Archer

Tumaris turned around to see that Uras was still watching her. When Uras looked out the window again, he saw that the crowd had dispersed. He could leave the hall now. He left the hall on the way Tumaris took. Tumaris was there, her golden hair lighting up the whole room. He wasn't even looking in her direction, but he was sure that she was aware of everything that was going on around her. "It might be useful," said Uras with exaggerated indifference, Tumaris fidgeted, trying to hide something under the red coat he was wearing. "I know what's out there," said Uras. Tumaris shifted uncomfortably in place. "So what's in there?" His voice sounded like a mockery.

"A bow," said Uras.

Uras frowned, showing that he had more than enough of Tumaris' taunts, then he sighed heavily and tossed back his cloak to reveal the bow. It was no ordinary arrow. The blue wolf symbol on the curved end of the bow and the blue feathers on the arrowheads made it as strange as the sword of Uras for Karagöl. Ura
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