Shots fired! Shots fired!
((edited – somewhat rushed and poorly – from chatlogs for tense, continuity and clarity))
((Update: 7/11/14 – revised for less suck))
The moon was waning as it rose over the lake. Eirikr stood in the shadow of the large tree across the road from the Tenorbekk cottage. Inside, a light shone through the window. The shadows danced on the wall as he watched for Sten to emerge and leave for the tavern. He craned his neck as he peered from the shadows. “Maybe he is not going tonight,” he murmured softly. “Why hasn’t he left yet?”
Eruviel stood silently, watching their surroundings and the road from the darkness behind a tree further into the woods. She frowned, looking to the house before she started to turn and peer into the night behind them.
Eirikr followed her gaze. “Do you hear something? What is it?” His anticipation stretched his…
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