Ranger Tights

It was on a cold winter night, that Nightingale and Moragrin finally met. The assassin had given up on interrogating the villagers and worked instead to lay a trap for the highwaywoman. A caravan, loaded with gold, made its way from village to castle under the cover of night, and Nightingale arrived to claim her bounty.

It was a short, but brutal battle. Arrows whistled through the air, making music like an orchestra. Daggers glinted in the moonlight, in a dance of death that would have shredded the life of any normal person. But Nightingale and Moragrin were evenly matched, until an errant magpie brought it all to an end.