[He didn't expect to be heard. What had started as something commonplace in a strange location - letting fly a few arrows and killing before asking questions now posed a predicament. He'd had time, by now, to note the fact this man - while certainly a man, was not human. Too tall. His face far too angular. Ears, pointed. Limbs, elongated. Not to the point of being grotesque - just not human.
He'd assumed that the man was a manakete. But a manakete with a bow and arrows... He flattened his back against a tree, turning away. His eyes darted to his horse, a silent indication to it to stay where it was. If that went down, he really was screwed.
Perhaps Drividot heard the sound of twigs snapping before a human emerged from his (discovered) vantage point. The bow stayed raised, and his eyes were cold.
And he said nothing, save for one question, if the utterance of a few words could be called a question.]
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He'd assumed that the man was a manakete. But a manakete with a bow and arrows... He flattened his back against a tree, turning away. His eyes darted to his horse, a silent indication to it to stay where it was. If that went down, he really was screwed.
Perhaps Drividot heard the sound of twigs snapping before a human emerged from his (discovered) vantage point. The bow stayed raised, and his eyes were cold.
And he said nothing, save for one question, if the utterance of a few words could be called a question.]
Which banner do you fight underneath?