Arrow in the Knee

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Mood: The quest is over and your wounds are many. You limp from the woods towards the waiting village. Perhaps it is time to give up adventuring to become a guard. Smells Like: Arr ows lying upon a bed of fir needles, fresh balsam wood, and orange peels cast aside by a passing adventurer. ---------- The guard strolls through the town, watching for signs of trouble. The air is crisp and cool and perfumed by the breeze drifting from the nearby forest. His old bones ache, so he pauses to rest a moment, leaning against a stone wall. A commotion arises from the gates. Is it trouble? He hurries to see. Not trouble, but a returning adventurer. Bandits have been plaguing the road in and out of town, but now their leader has been slain, their numbers scattered. The villagers cheer the man who has ended the reign of terror. The hero will be lauded for years to come. The guard smiles softly. He remembers those days, before he took an arrow to his knee. ---------- Thank you for supporting a small family-operated business! We can't wait to delight you and transform your home into a fantasy realm! Show more