“Halt!” a man ordered.
After all those years of training Marc did exactly that. The sound came from the woods, so his eyes flowed from the road towards the trees where he spotted the silhouette of a man.
It was the sight of steel glistening in the moonlight that caught his attention. Before the contents of his stomach dropped to his toes, he realised there were no campfires nearby. An assassin would never announce themselves before striking, and guards don’t enjoy being in the dark…
“Friend or foe?” Marc asked, although he questioned why it was worth asking at all.
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