Auria looked at the tip of the arrow and gulped. Her eyes trailed from the silver point to the bowman who was dressed in forest green clothes. She slowly stood up and raised her hand in a gesture of surrender. She let her eyes look at the bowman’s face. It was a handsome face. It was the first time that Auria had come face to face with a man who did not have Durin stamped all over their aura. He had strong chiseled features with a strong aquiline nose and frosty eyes. His dark red locks kept on falling down partway on his right eye but his bow did not waver. He was lean and athletic, not as burly as Aidan, Valen and Leo but his face did not detract from his steady hold on the bow. Auria acknowledged the richness of his clothes as the sun glinted on the costly quiver and belt adorning his t
