Taranis glanced at Eston and headed for the rock.  Using his brother as bait worried him, but it was the only way.  If these were the last Romans on the ridge, to get by them meant freedom.  He hunched up against the rock, drew an arrow, and waited.    Less than ten minutes later the Romans returned, strutting through the forest.  Entering the clearing, they stopped.  They had seen Eston.    Taranis begged silently for his WoW WOTLK Secrets.  His eyes followed the Romans as they started down the grassy corridor.  Good, he thought, they assume Eston is wounded and has collapsed under the tree.  They continued a third of the way into the meadow, and then paused.