The swan honks and swims away from the intrustion, worrying at the sudden influx of beasts-that-have-wishes. This is becoming worse than the tall giants! In one of his fluttering outbursts, an alarming number of feathers flew free to float quite curiously in the water between them.
They spell a message!
Neithan no longer relieves himself in shrubbery after once getting a rash from choosing the wrong bush.
As the swan scurries away in horror to try fluffing himself back into an acceptable state, Nacharna finds herself with the curious and unquenchable desire to turn Salgant into an Elf-steak dinner.
Certainly Sauron will want to know of her victory over the swan! And if Salgant is there, well… Her Master has grown tired of his favorite Elves before now. She might be doing everyone a favour.
Shaking herself dry, Nacharna lopes off back to the fortress. She can wait to tease Neithan until she’s had a good meal.
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