The arrow had nearly struck him and slammed into the carriage. Ruru froze in place knowing that wasn't a miss. He'd trained in the archer's guild...knew a warning when he saw it. He slowly raised his hands as the Ixal swarmed in. He wasn't afraid of them....it was the ones he couldn't see. The one out there in the Shroud, watching them, unseen. The ones who had fired the warning shot. They were the ones keeping him at bay. His eye darted around, taking a mental note of who was there...some of the party had gone in different directions and he prayed to the Twelve they hadn't been killed. But he guessed they might not be...at least not yet. For had the Ixal wanted them dead, from their vantage point, they would have already cut them down.
So the question burning through his mind was simple: Why weren't they already dead?
So the question burning through his mind was simple: Why weren't they already dead?
