The dance was going. Glimish’s death coming close yet unknown to the crowd.
As the arrow was shot from the bow, the unknowing Glimish was yanked to the side as the sharp projectile skimmed by missing him by mere inches.
‘What the….’
He barely breathed out as yelling irrupted through the crowd. Panic spreading at the attempt on the nobleman’s life. Yet something other than just that fear hung in the air something more. Something far far more important than anyone would ever know.
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