What was he to do with her?
"Did yah not think of that?" Rug asked with a little taste of scorn in his voice. "Now that yah have her here, will yah just lock her up in there? What do_" Rug's words stopped as Barak abruptly rose to his feet with his eyes on her door.
Like a spirit being drawn to a particular spot, he moved towards the door with eyes that held no certain emotion.
"Do not do anything yah will regret." Rug spoke again.
Barak took in deep breaths, unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Almost instantaneously, he was hit by a cold eerie wind, his eyes quickly fell on the part of the wooden wall that looked as though it had split open, just wide enough to allow a small tiny woman out. The sudden loud cry of black from outside and his hoofs hitting the ground caused Barak to curse beneath his breath.
He had forgotten! He had forgotten for a short moment that she had powers to manipulate wood!
