Before long they came upon the slave traders. Following at a respectable distance they watched and waited for nightfall when their enemy set up camp and were rested. It was hard to contain himself being so close to Keara, he wanted to charge down at her captors and slay them. He imagined himself running away with his love in his arms safe and unharmed. Celtin knew that was a fairy tale and that Raven's way was better. One night while he observed the ragged caravan, he glimpsed her flowing red hair pass by while a man handled her roughly. Blood boiling he began to rise to the rescue. Raven refrained him with a friendly hand and said, “Patience friend.” With an incredible force of will he suppressed his warrior heart. He looked at Raven with cold angry eyes. In his heart he knew it was wise council. Celtin nodded. They waited.