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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