Estonja takes her horses down to the stream and, after taking a drink herself, leaves them to drink and graze. Standing by her lead horse, she takes a long look around.

Hearing the sound of horses, she pulls a sheathed sword from under her stirrup. This she tucks in her belt, then walks up from the stream to drier ground. She lays down in the grass, clears a space, then presses her ear to the ground. Even through the soil, she should be able to tell the direction and approximate count of any approaching horses. Provided, of course, their hooves are touching the ground.

Estonja hears nothing but the sounds of grass growing.

Her actions prove to be unnecessary, however, as the group suddenly finds themselves surrounded by several men on horseback. They seem to have appeared out of the very air itself, for they were not there a second ago.

They are extremely fair of form, and are quite possibly the most beautiful people any of the group have ever seen. However, although their faces look at ease, nonthreatening even, each of them is wielding a weapon. These they point towards the group.


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