Einarr and Troa were out of the room before they heard Eydri’s footsteps start to catch up. Her complaints registered a moment later.
“Warn a girl before you take off like that! Whatever happened to sticking together for everything?”
Einarr and Troa muttered apologies but did not slow. The sound of fighting grew closer, but still Einarr worried they would not reach the two scouts in time. When, not much later, the ruins once again grew quiet, Einarr ran faster.
When he saw the two, though, in an open space near the edge of the ruins, they were apparently unharmed. Finn stood leaning on the hilt of his blade, and Odvir rested on a tumbled-down section of wall, both catching their breath and staring into the forest.
“What happened?” Einarr demanded just as Naudrek and Hrug pounded up behind them.
Finn, straightening as he wiped a forearm across his brow…
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