Gondolin bent quickly to inspect the rope, all that was left of their raft. The end was frayed, but the edge was smooth. "Our raft didn't just disappear, Anson. This rope was cut, diliberately."
He looked out over surrounding hills, scanning the horizon. Something wasn't right. He focused on several small dots, barely visible on a hill above them. "I suggest everyone keep their weapons close. We are not alone."
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