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Faenor shakes his head, his Elvish hearing picking up every word from every conversation. While he may not understand some of what's going on, more specifically between Galad and Eureka, he knows enough to know that tensions are high. He walks into the snowbound woods, alone, to think.

As he walks, he hears a noise, a twig snapped. Instantly he stops, and listens carefully. In the distance he can faintly hear Galad and Eureka arguing, and he can feel the faint pressure of Galad's magic. But all around him is what is off. He can hear low breathing, and some barely contained snarls.

"In time, all foul things come forth..." He mutters, and out of the snow-covered holes they had been hiding in pour forth Orcs.

"The enemy is upon us! To arms!" He shouts, voice carried on the wind to the encampment. He draws his blades and begins laying about, cutting down any that come within reach.