<b>Like Merry, Allassiel wished to join the battle, relieve the world of a few more orcs by her sword. Even as her grip tightened, Flagdon was at her side. “No time for that now lass.” She saw that Pegawen and Allasea were already following Lotharn out and shook her head, though she released the hilt. “Not this time,” she muttered and allowed the dwarf to steer her out.</b><br/><br/>“<b>They'll be time soon enough for fighting,” Timberlane said, as they readied the mounts to leave. “But for now, it's vital we get the stone away from here and Morgan's minions.”</b><br/><br/><b>They took off, the horses keeping quiet until the were far enough away not to attract attention. As if they understood they were safe, their mounts sped up and raced across the plain, the daylight fading into streaks of orange and red. </b><br/><br/><b>Before long, one of their guides pointed to a small croft, the adjoined fields barren. “We can stay there for the night,” she said, nudging her horse towards the abandoned structure. “My grandpa would be glad to see someone in it again after so long, even if just the night.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>This belongs to your family?” Timberlane asked her, looking over the lands.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>Aye, though it's been some time since one of us has worked it. My grandpa used to grow grains for the horses, but he died some years back. Now, though, ma and da have moved closer to the town and my brother is a footman in Ellawynne's personal regiment.” She slid off her horse and went to check the door, giving it a push to open it. “It'll be musty, but that can be righted quickly enough.”</b>