'Where am I?' After a long night of watching he stirred.
'You are in our camp,' I stated plainly. 'You have no need to worry, we wish you no harm. That is unless you wish us harm?' That was meant to be a rhetorical question but the man shook his head.
'I don't want to harm anyone. Ah my head.' He rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand.
'Can I get you some water?' I asked. Again he nodded and I sent Naria to get some water from the river. She looked a little put out at having to leave but obeyed me without complaint. 'What is your name sir?'
'I'm Aiwendil. Do you know what happened to me?'
'All I know is there was a black cloud in the sky and you came riding out of it on a white horse.'
'Arowyn!' He tried to get up but I put a hand firmly on his shoulder.
'Your horse is being taken care of. I need to know what happened before we found you. What was the black cloud?' Aiwendil scrunched up his face, trying to remember what happened.
'There were these demons, they were trying to get through into our realm from theirs. I'm not sure what they wanted but I'm positive it wasn't good.' Naria returned with a tin mug full of water which she handed to Aiwendil. 'Thank you very much.' He took a large gulp of water and sighed. 'Much better, thank you. If I may ask, you know a little about me, may I know a little about you?'
'My name is Armes and this is Naria. We are part of a larger group of elves and humans, seven in total.'
'And what are you doing here?'
'We're on a journey to find something, Naria said. 'Actually it's Ramin who is seeking it but the rest of us are here for the adventure.'