As he leaps off the table, a single point of light comes shooting from across the tavern, just barely missing him by inches--whether that's due to his quick reflexes or not might be up for debate. But in its wake stands a young woman with short brown hair and what appears to be a bow made out of light. She draws back the string and another arrow materializes in its place. She doesn't look to be aiming for a warning shot.
"Back away from these people! And ghosts! All of them!" She's not really sure who she's supposed to be protecting, since these ghosts shouldn't be here either... But that's not the point right now!
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And someone does.
As he leaps off the table, a single point of light comes shooting from across the tavern, just barely missing him by inches--whether that's due to his quick reflexes or not might be up for debate. But in its wake stands a young woman with short brown hair and what appears to be a bow made out of light. She draws back the string and another arrow materializes in its place. She doesn't look to be aiming for a warning shot.
"Back away from these people! And ghosts! All of them!" She's not really sure who she's supposed to be protecting, since these ghosts shouldn't be here either... But that's not the point right now!