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Before you can approach the bridge, a crossbowman who has broken away from Shan’s bungled attack, jumps into the foliage where you are hidden. He levels a loaded crossbow at your heart, grinning fiendishly. Suddenly his expression freezes in a grimace of pain. He falls forward and you see that Tanith’s knife protrudes from his back. With a sigh of relief you bless her timely appearance.
‘Quickly,’ she snaps. ‘Shan is in trouble. Help me.’
