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“Now is not the time for sketching,” Tsonia admonished. Nevertheless she cocked her hip to the left and gave her hair a quick toss. “We should make sure the camp is truly secure–“

The thrum of a fired crossbow cut short her words. Tsonia stumbled a half step forward as a bolt slammed into her shoulder blade, pierced her flesh, and protruded through the tattered chainmail covering her breast.

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