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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Medriev" data-source="post: 4500520" data-attributes="member: 21864">Chapter 8 - Guardians of the Forest (Part 3)“I heard them say it,” said Ilar as he tore a piece of meat from the small rabbit leg he held in his hand.“It can’t be,” answered Micor. “Litiraan would not allow it.”“Wrong,” Ilar snapped back with a half smile. “He would not allow us to go there but if the strangers seek the Ashen Tower then he will let them. And we should go along.”“They’re not going there,” Micor persisted, pulling out a whetstone and starting to sharpen his sword. “And even if they were, Litiraan would forbid it.”“But this is not our forest anymore,” Ilar responded. “We haven’t lived here for centuries. Litiraan can forbid nothing.”“Well it matters not,” Micor answered, looking resolutely at the blade of his sword. “They are not going there.”“I’ll prove it,” Ilar said, tossing the rabbit leg back onto his blade that sat on the grass outside the tent the two brothers shared. He leapt to his feet and danced over to the northern edge of the camp where archers had first greeted the strangers. He spoke to a group of archers animatedly before dancing back to his brother jubilantly. Micor knew what his brother would say before he spoke.“They’re going,” said Ilar. “Shame I hadn’t suggested a wager.”“And if Litiraan forbids it,” Micor answered.“He won’t,” Ilar replied before becoming suddenly serious as he sat back down on the log beside the fire. “We must go with them if we are to avenge father’s death.”“You’re right,” Micor relented, nodding slowly. “If they are going, it is the only way. But Litiraan could still stop us.”“He should not,” Ilar replied. “We have the right to avenge our kin.”“As do many others here,” said Micor grimly.“Then let them come with us,” Ilar answered with finality. “All listen too much to Litiraan and not enough to their hearts.”“And how will we do this?” asked Micor.“We will ask the strangers,” Ilar declared.</blockquote>

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