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Character: Mus

Race: Dark Elf

- Excerpt from Mus' Journal - 29th of Heartfire, (the era and year are far too smudged to be read)

It's been 4, maybe 5 days since I've last slept? I can't remember. All I know is that the target must be brought back, alive. I've been hiding out in this damned forest, thought I can't imagine myself in any other place. For the past few days, I've been able to create a nastly little paralysis poison in which I'll embed my arrow with, when the time is right.

- Excerpt from Mus' Journal - 2nd of Frostfall

It's time.

- 2nd of Frostfall; the time is approximately 7:14 PM

Mus walks ever so closer to the edge of the forest, just as the gates of the fort were opening. Shouting could be heard, and Mus applies the poison he had been working on. "One shot, hmmph. More than enough." As the gates flew open, a young woman rode out on horse. Mus pulls the string back on his bow, and shuts his eyes. Time has all but stopped as Mus quickly opens his eyes and fires the shot. A quaint sound of metal hitting the ground and a horse's neigh is heard. A soldier and a few of his men quickly catch up with the body, only to find that she is completely immobile.