I walk down the path, bow in hand, my arrow satchal slung over my shoulder. I hear a crunch, but don't pay much attention to it. Hybrids are too careful. "..Not here to hurt you," I say softly, and slowly set my bow into my satchal. Of course, no response. "..Not sure why I even try." I scoff, angry at myself.
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