Summer 965 MC
Hayley stretched her arms, trying to work out her nervousness. It was still dark outside, but the rangers were all here, leaning against the wall of a rock tunnel, waiting for the right moment to act. She had no idea of the time, for the darkness was illuminated not by moonlight but by a collection of torches.
She looked over at Sam, who was going through her quiver, examining each arrow. The young woman, noting her gaze, shrugged. "You can never go wrong if you make sure your arrows are in good shape."
"Spoken like a true ranger," said Hayley. "Nervous?"
Sam nodded. "I"ve never done anything like this before."
"That"s not true. You were there when we took the tower."
"Yes, but that was all over in a moment. This… this is something else entirely."
"Don"t worry," said H
