Not that it mattered much. Flindra had no intention of leaving. This situation might prove to be an opportunity to begin her task of helping Prince Storos. She would just have to watch and wait and be ready to seize any opportunity that was presented to her.
Flindra snuggled deep in her blankets and started to imagine what Prince Storos would be like. Kewero didn't know much about the personal details of the Prince, such as the quality of his personality. Flindra was impressed by the caliber of these Rangers and felt it was a good indication of the Prince's nature. Quality had a tendency to draw quality. She fell asleep trying to imagine what it was going to be like to meet him.
* * *
She was innocent of the fact that even as she was drifting off to sleep she was the object of discussion in the lieutenant's quarters. In the privacy of his tent, the lieutenant talked to Sergeant Leitho. They were friends and it was obvious the lieutenant respected the opinions of his sergeant.
"So Leitho, what to you think of this girl, Flindra?" he asked.
He swallowed a sip of his wine before he answered. "She's pretty quiet. I think it's obvious she has seen some hardship during her years. She showed a certain amount of weariness in the way she held her shoulders. Why do you ask, Kalmyk?"
"I was impressed with her abilities today. Did you notice her skill in the forest? I've seen expert trackers enough to recognize the fact that she is good, really good. We could have wandered around for days and never stumbled onto that cave. And she was right on the mark about that lame horse."
"I noticed that, too. But didn't she say that she's a woodsman's daughter?"
"Yes, I believe she did."
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