Timberlane nodded. "So they have one that can use magic, and evil magic at that." This was not a good sign. If they had such a wizard, a warlock, then their mission would be in peril. He would have to be on guard now more then ever. Already he had felt the foulness of the undead trying to find them. He had not wanted to worry the others, especially since they had not been in any danger. But the foul minions of Morgan was not that far behind. Morgan was it seemed hoping to trap them between the two and be able to recover the key stone. At the suggestion that they hunt for some more game to supplement their supplies, he was wary of it. But it was a good time to do so, there were fresh tracks and therefore game close by. "Do so with speed for once we have what we need, we must press on with all speed. Morgan will not rest till he has the Key Stone we have and he will torture any alive for the locations of the others. Who knows what he may have taught this Warlock of the Orcs."<br/><br/>Lotharn nodded as he prepared to go forth. "I'll go with him." Fladon spoke up with a big grin. "An Elf needs a sturdy fighter to protect his back." he chuckled. Lotharn could not help by laugh a bit. He remembered being told of the bantering between Legolas and Grimly and their Game as he thought of it. Who could kill more of the enemy. He liked the Dwarf.<br/><br/>"Ah and another Dwarf that does not fear to go into the forests of Elves. Remind me some time to tell you of another Dwarf you remind me of." Elves and Dwarfs always seemed to be at odds with each other it seemed back in the West. Here to it seemed. But Lotharn knew from experience that such things was a foolish notion. Working together had been proven possible more then once and with great effectiveness. As he prepared to track the game, he thought back to the time before the War of the Ring and its beginning. The Band of Dwarfs that retook the Lonely Mountain back from the Dragon Smog, and another Hobbit, Bilbo, whose courage and determination had won him a place in the Dwarf's hearts. He looked back at the two Hobbits, Merry and Pippen. Spitting images of the originals that had fought in the War, in looks and in enthusiasm. Perhaps these two before they found a way to get them home would show the Eastern part of the world what their grandfathers and others had. If they all survived their task at hand.<br/><br/>Thorgan was about to say he would go as well, but Lotharn shook his head. "You and Allassiel must protect our two new friends and Pegawen. The two of you fighting side by side are a formable pair. Between the two of your blades I pity those that try to attack." Thorgan looked at Allassiel and smiled. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder and nodded. Indeed the two of them would work well together. With her at his side he felt that they could defeat anything that came their way even a Troll, though the next time he would be working with her.