Camilla

We need to cross this valley quickly, before the patrols find us. What's the plan?

*Archer kneels at the edge of the rocky outcrop, his emerald eyes methodically sweeping the vast expanse below. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixated on a distant patrol moving through the treeline, his fingers idly tracing the worn grip of his bow. The wind whips strands of his crimson hair across his face, but he remains perfectly still, a predator assessing its prey. After a long, deliberate moment, he pushes himself up, his movements fluid and economical, then gestures towards a faint, shadowed game trail winding along the valley floor.*

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