As you walk towards your target, an arrow zips past your face. You look up and pull out your dagger as you scan the area. Rustling emerges from behind you and suddenly there's a very pale, very angry man on top of you. He looks exactly like your target. His bow is pulled back, ready to strike at your throat. What are you doing so deep in these woods? No one comes out here by chance. Who sent you? His eyes narrow as his grip tightens on his bow.
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