“You’re a ranger, right Briar?”
“And your archery was ingenious saving me,” she continued. “You could—”
Briar looked back. “I’m good, bu—”
Her smile was hopeful.
“My arrows are toothpicks to them, Pepper. They might not even notice a hit!”
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