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Chapter 1
"Jaris, please," chimed Evelyn over the torrents of waterfall raining down onto the rocks. "You really should be more careful."
"No worrys, darlin'. I'll be fine." Jaris continued his precarious climb out onto the rocks, about halfway down the cliff-side. "I just want to get a closer look. It must be something..."
Evelyn Farsight and Jaris Kelorin were here to enjoy the scenery, not to risk life and limb for shiny rocks peering through the curtain of water, but that was exactly what Jaris was doing.
Evelyn had placed herself near the base of an outcropping along the steep descent that paralleled the waterfall, waiting for Jaris to return. He had temporarily--and foolishly--ventured out onto a thin but sturdy looking rock jutting out about twelve feet over the basin below. Presumably, it would get him close enough to this mysterious looking reflective object that he could determine its composition, or at least retrieve it for further analysis--not to mention, a shiny rock would fetch a nice price back in Ascalon City. The sad truth of course was that it wouldn't take him nearly close enough. At least not from Evelyn's perspective.
"I just... have... to stretch..." he panted, clearly close to losing his grip on the rock. And then, just like that, he had it in his hand, snatching it from its resting place wedged between two rocks forming a "v" just under the curtain of waterfall. Quickly, he regained his balance on the rock, rolled onto his back, and placed the strange shiny rock-object into his pouch. Carefully, he maneuvered himself into a position facing Evelyn, and began to make his way back to safety.
Suddenly, Evelyn heard a sound in the brush, above them to the east. Looking, she spotted a streak of red cloth, before losing the sighting in the trees.
"Jaris, I don't want to rush you but..." She paused, just for effect. "Charr!!!"
No sooner had she shouted the word than her bow was held tight against her forearm, and an arrow nocked, fletching brushing satisfyingly against her fingertips. A quick draw, with her hand brushing her cheek on the way past, and she had loosed the first arrow of the day.
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