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Art walked along, carefully looking for signs of his fellows, and ensuring no one ran into him by mistake while he was invisible. Soon it was crystal clear. Someone had planned meticulously. The troops in green had waited until the company was in the middle of the defile, and then loosed a small volley of arrows from both sides. They had had no choice but to surrender immediately.
There was a pile of weapons, presumably taken from his friends, and then, further on in a culvert, there they were, still in the process of being tied up. It was all very organized. Who on earth had arranged this, and more importantly, why?
He looked around for the Captain, as he didn’t seem to be with the rest. A knot of green caught his eye, and there he was, in the middle of it. Art edged over as close a
