Her high-pitched voice rang out clearly over the marketplace. People looked up to find the source of the sound, and seeing her crimson robe quickly turned and fled. "Godson wants a word you" she said. "Now!" Still the man kept up his fighting stance. Only when the entire marketplace was empty, safe for three men and two women standing at the back, eyes averted, did he slide the dagger back in it's hiding place.
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The last arrow of Legolas kindled in the air as it flew,
and plunged burning into the heart of a great wolf-chieftain.
All the others fled. -J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
