“Right, lets stop here.” The old man yelled, setting down his lamp and taking off his small pack. It contained something that looked like a baggy cloth, and he had a few strings and pegs and a little mallet.
The Kelvics stopped, relieved, and took off their large, heavy packs. Tebridiars father had a few large stick-like objects in his pack, and he put them on the ground near the tent. They must be used to hole the structure up.
“Well, thanks. I’d like you to put it up, the two older ones. The little girl can come with me and find some berries to have with our dinner. You don’t mind that, do you, my dear?” Tebridiar was a little frightened. Should she go with him? She looked over at her mother. She was wide eyed, gripping onto her mates arm, clinging with all her might. She made a tiny movement in her head, as if to tell her no.
“But… sir, Master… I’d like to help my family build the tent.” Would he let her off? His mouth tightened into a think line, his eyes became cold and cruel again.
“No, little one. You are coming with me.” His voice made an attempt to sound sweet, but it was thick with determination and suppressed anger. And something else… something unfriendly.