“Were you following us, Tearlach?” Rohan asked as he wiped sweat and blood from his face.
“Following you? Ah, I would follow you anywhere, Rohan, but no,” Tearlach said with a bloodless smile. He slid out of the saddle and put his hands on his hips as he surveyed the clearing. “I was hunting these things and the one who makes them.”



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