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CHAPTER 306: WHISPERS IN THE SMOKE
WHISPERS IN THE SMOKE
You drop low, moving silently through the chaos of smoke and shadow. The bandits are still caught in their leader's frustrated attempts to corral them into action. They don't see you coming, don't hear the careful crunch of your boots against the debris-strewn ground. Timing is everything.
Your target is a lanky bandit standing slightly apart from the others. His eyes are watering, and he's rubbing them with the back of his hand, oblivious to the immediate danger. You cover the distance quickly, your heart pounding, adrenaline sharpening your senses. A firm grip on your improvised club, you close the gap.
With a swift, practiced motion, you bring the club down hard on the back of the bandit's head. He crumples to the ground without a sound, the impact concealed beneath the bandits' noisy squabbling and the crackling roar of the fire. You drag him behind the tree stump, out of sight, and pat his pockets for anything useful—just a rusty knife, but it might come in handy.
The leader's voice rises again, demanding action as he orders his men to spread out. Your heart skips a beat. Time is running out, and the bandits will soon discover their fallen comrade. You glance back at the river and the struggling gaunt man. The flames are growing fiercer, licking higher into the sky. The moment for a quick decision looms.
Your target is a lanky bandit standing slightly apart from the others. His eyes are watering, and he's rubbing them with the back of his hand, oblivious to the immediate danger. You cover the distance quickly, your heart pounding, adrenaline sharpening your senses. A firm grip on your improvised club, you close the gap.
With a swift, practiced motion, you bring the club down hard on the back of the bandit's head. He crumples to the ground without a sound, the impact concealed beneath the bandits' noisy squabbling and the crackling roar of the fire. You drag him behind the tree stump, out of sight, and pat his pockets for anything useful—just a rusty knife, but it might come in handy.
The leader's voice rises again, demanding action as he orders his men to spread out. Your heart skips a beat. Time is running out, and the bandits will soon discover their fallen comrade. You glance back at the river and the struggling gaunt man. The flames are growing fiercer, licking higher into the sky. The moment for a quick decision looms.