The Archer

The queen squints. “Where’s your bow?”

“A common misunderstanding,” he nods. “Yes, I’m an Archer. But in the sense that I’m an arch-mage.”

“A powerful mage?”

“A specialist in arch-magic.”

“And you can save my son?”

“That depends, is he anywhere near an arch?”


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