| In the forest, the birds had suddenly taken flight, frightened by some as-yet-unknown presence.
“This is most curious…Why would the birds simply flee from their nests?”
“I do not know, but it is best if we prepare for any unwelcome visitors.”
With that, Telarion drew his wickedly-sharp long sword. Garion set a shaft to his formidable yew bow.
"Huh, I never noticed you carried a yew bow. I do as well. We must trade our methods of preparing arrows and such,” Telarion whispered.
“Yes, well, let us leave it until after the battle is won.” His companion replied. Quite suddenly, a rider came charging at them. The two friends could not recognize this potential enemy, as it was swathed in a swirling brown cloak.
Garion fired his shaft. It hissed forward like a snake and slammed into the rider’s shoulder. It cried out in pain.
That does not seem to be a human cry of pain…” Telarion observed.
“Even so, it is an enemy.” Garion replied, fitting another arrow to his bow.
At the sound of more hooves thundering towards them, the two dispersed into the trees. Both were wearing dark brown cloaks that blended perfectly into the surrounding environment. From the trees, they watched.
“What the hell happened?” one rider asked.
“I don’t know, I stopped here and an arrow hit me in the shoulder.”
“Let us continue on, we must reach the palace before dawn.”
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