"Mm...he never picks the smart ones, does he..."
And with that, he disappeared
Rowell was in the middle of the clearing alright-and the moonlight shining down on him showed all the RED-there was an arrow sticking out of his shoulder, blood pooling around him and soaking through the sleeve of his shirt. He didn't look dead though-or in pain for that matter. It looked like he was...sleeping. Rather peacefully...there was a small smile on his face. His breathing was normal too.