Beyond this collection, who knows? If she keeps talking to me, I'll keep writing about her. Check back for future installments.
Part 1: Preparation
Infiltration (Part Two of The Archeress)
The last guard was a surprise. Those in her profession disliked surprises.
She knew from previous reconnoiters that there would be a guard team at all entrances as always. That was a problem easily solved by a grappling arrow and a narrow ventilation window high on one side of the building.
As she scaled the wall, she heard the boots on gravel twenty feet below, and smelled his pipe. He was on his way elsewhere, not patrolling, but she froze as he approached. He stopped, his bald head gleaming in the quarter moonlight.
Her muscles burned as she hung, waiting…