[center][h1][color=limegreen]Aelin[/color][/h1][/center]
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As the group rode through the land, Aelin begun to question his involvment with this whole mission. At first, going with the wizard had seemed like an interesting way to learn about magic and the northern parts of Middle-Earth.. But in the end, he hadn't really been given a choice. Aelin remembered the distorted and sickly figures of the innkeeper and his daughter, the burning of the village and the screams of the people. He finally had time to think of it all, but now he wished he wouldn't.

[color=limegreen][i]I really wish I was back in Mirkwood now...[/i][/color]

Suddenly, he awoke from these thoughts and found himself to be staring at his ring. He was bound to these people now, what would they do if he turned back? What would Ofnir think?

[color=limegreen][i]No.[/i][/color]

He pushed these thoughts away and pulled a small wine bottle from his bag. It was from the tavern, and he had never had the time to examine it before. The label was small and handwritten, and he couldn't make out much of it. And honestly, it didn't matter.

[color=limegreen][i]I think I have deserved this.[/i][/color]

The elf raised the bottle to his mouth and drank it empty in one go. Quietly, he continued riding on with the group until Ofnir noticed something.