[Perhaps 10 yards from Drividot, a bowman leads his horse through the forest. He's no trouble cutting whatever's in his path down with a longsword, so he notices the elezen first. Silently, he moves to his horse's pack and withdraws a steel bow and quiver of arrows, drawing as silently as he can.
This... person didn't wear the colours of the enemy. Perhaps that was why the bowman was aiming for his shoulder. Any human wouldn't be able to hear the bow bending. An elezen probably would.
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This... person didn't wear the colours of the enemy. Perhaps that was why the bowman was aiming for his shoulder. Any human wouldn't be able to hear the bow bending. An elezen probably would.
But he's never seen an elezen before now.]