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"So, you let another one get away?"

Virnym wanted to be anywhere but here right now. He stood before Rana, whose hands were entirely covered in blood as he emptied the insides of a skull on the worktable. Rana was frequently like this: covered in a variety of fluids, usually blood, that were a result of some magical experiment.

"Obviously not on purpose." He grumbled. "The bastard was tougher than he looked. Took two arrows but still kept running."

Rana stood and cleaned his hands in a nearby basin. "Still, he got away. We can't have that. Which is why I've spent the last few months making this."

Rana dried his hands before picking something up from the end of the worktable. It was a long, grey thread. It looked like a long nerve, and it seemed to pulse with a strange magic.

"What is it?" asked Virnym.

"A new bowstring. For you." said Rana. "Made with...'donated' materials from the Ensafrani guild scholars, including our guest here." He gestured to the cleaned corpse on the table. "It will help keep your targets from escaping you again."

Virnym stared at his friend for a long moment before feeling a smile creep across his lips. He took the thread.

"You're a scary man, Rana."

"No more than you, friend. Happy hunting."

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