Thread:High Prince Imrahil/@comment-26210095-20160921013610

The camp in the hills of Tarnost was quiet, but watchful. The armies led by Veantur Elerion were encamped along a riverbed, catching a short breath before the inevitable counter-attack. Miriel Elerion was getting a drink of refreshing water by the river. As Veantur's second-in-command and strategist, she had a busy job. She looked into the forest. Something felt... off. 