Lily drew the bowstring back to her ear, dainty fingers gentle on the taut cord and feathered arrow-haft, took one silent, nearly motionless breath, and let go. The slim bolt of death whistled slightly on its short voyage through the dank air of the shoreline cavern, and impacted. There came a gruesome squishing noise as it penetrated its target. The ash-skinned elf toppled forward, face jerking to a halt inches above the table upon which he had just moments ago been carelessly dining. The arrow...
