No warning did either of them feel. Not a scent upon the wind, nor a sound carried to their ears. A well weathered day with a light breeze seemed the perfect conditions for a walk. Ciruil seemed in good spirits too, something he had been more and more of late. Yarassi walked beside him, listening intently as they talked of much on their stroll. They talked of his leaving of the Greenwood, and the folly of those wishing to rush upon the lands they both know well. It was during this warming and gentle conversation that the first arrow struck.
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