Stands on the tallest hill staring down into the village, a stone cold expression upon his face as his silhouette hangs in the moonlight like a body bag. Seeing the people below, he brings his hand up, reaching over his shoulder reaching for a cloth tipped arrow, soaked in oil. he pulls it from the quiver, holding it in front of his chest as he raises his other hand and takes the arrow in it. he looks beside him to the fire, lowering the tip of the arrow to it, igniting it. he holds the arrow at his side for a moment as he reaches for his bow, taking it in hand, loading the arrow onto the string. drawing the string back, he brings the bow up, aiming into the largest crowd of people and releases it. he lowers the bow to his side and smirks, slowly turning away as he fades into the darkness.
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