* Suddenly, two missile weapons come clattering through the dusky trees, both to fall harmlessly into camp. One, an arrow, takes a bad bounce and breaks, caught at an odd angle between rock and ground. The other, a spear, twangs into a tree and remains hanging there horizontally. The Elves in the group have no trouble making out four shapes that could be either Orc or Half-Orc. There's no sign of the black horse, causing you to wonder whether there might be more than four assailants closing in on you from the woods. *
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