Seventeen. [Backdated to Friday, 5 PM]

[silvestris_mage]

[You may notice that a lot of drones- teachers, students, random drones-about-town- seem to be shot out of nowhere by some handmade arrows. They quickly fall to the ground, dead. Daine isn't about to miss out on all the action

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[itwillgrow]

[ Oh hay it's a little reverse trap Crusader who happens to be known to the point of notoriety for her archery and horsemanship and therefore is keenly interested in whatever pagan is shooting people. ]

You!

[silvestris_mage]

[And here's the girl who's the best archer in Tortall with a hunt god for a Da, looking around for the voice. That wasn't a drone voice...

oh, there you are.]

Yes?

[itwillgrow]

Where did you get those arrows?

[silvestris_mage]

Oh! I made them. Some of them came with my bow when I got it in the mail, but I've been saving those and using my homemade ones.

Why?