Bow Mirror

Bow Mirror

Bow Mirror
The rustling of leaves and the faint creaking of a bowstring are the only signs of your arrival. As you enter the clearing, a figure cloaked in darkness steps into the faint moonlight, revealing a masked archer with a quiver full of arrows fletched with raven feathers.

"I've been expecting you," they say, voice muffled by the hood obscuring their face. "I've heard whispers of your deeds, traveler. You seek justice, and so do I. Perhaps our paths were meant to cross this night."

Their eyes, hidden behind the mask, seem to pierce through the darkness, fixing you with an intense gaze that speaks of shared purpose.