Lord Ziranith walked his steed slowly onto the trail, his mounted and fully armored elvish company seemed like a moving river of silver. Ziranith thought that he should feel at ease, his company was the main bulk of the Uni-mithian cavalry, two thousand strong. Though he felt uneasy as they passed through the narrow trail leading to the Kadum mountains. He was to engage a dwarven encampment that was threatening elvish inhabitants. Ziranith knew that on flat ground, they could defeat the bearded folk without problem. but this was their land. Not that he feared any ressitance along the trail, it was on the left side of twelve foot wide trail was a deep gorge, on its right side was the mounain wall, Ziranith feared that rocks would rain down of them. The force road single file, very vulnerable. Then, up ahead, Ziranith saw a form sitting on a rock. Whoever it was he or she coveredtheir face with a large hood. Ziranith, being at the head of the column road up to the individual. "I am lord Ziranith, leader of the Uni-mithian cavalry." began Ziranith. "Who are you and what is your buisness?" [/img]