"Damn," Roen hissed. What had he gotten himself into? Not even two days in this town and he'd already encountered far, far more sorcery than he cared to. Though he worried for Daurily, and briefly considered dragging her out of harm's way to see if he could revive her, he knew that he would only be leaving Herlam and his new companions to face the vile... whatever they were alone. He sent up a prayer to the goddess as he took aim with his already-raised crossbow and opened fire, taking only a single shot; the things looked elusive, and two missed bolts were no help compared to a single one that struck home.

Sudden as his entrance had been, he would immediately have sought a weak point on any other target while they were too distracted to guard themselves. But where does one shoot to pierce the vitals of blackest night?

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22 to hit, 9 damage!