The orange light of the campfire glinted off the spear tips thrust in our faces. I held my hands up to show I posed no threat.
"We are arrows in the dark," Pelban said. I saw him hold up his silver pin from the corner of my eye. The sharp metal point inches from my forehead persuaded me from fumbling for my own pin. Pelban's guard grunted his acknowledgment of the passphrase and spears were lowered. We climbed to our feet and followed the two men into the camp.
The guards deposited us at the centr
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