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Galadir pointed to the ridge, shouting "We've got company, coming on fast!" before dismounting. He doubted a greeting and a smile would be enough to see them through.

Celanar nodded, unslung his bow, and galloped over to a copse of trees. He could hide there and, depending on what revealed itself, he would loose shafts or charge in with blade in hand. This was not a Dominion destrier, so he did not want to ride it into a well armed and equipped enemy. If these were bandits, he hoped they wouldn't be disciplined enough to hold the line against his charge.