A sheriff appeared and tied a wanted poster to a tree. Korren waited until was alone to gracefully descend the oak tree and cut the poster down. He tore the poster to shreds before he silently vanished into the thicket.
The next morning it was raining. Korren shivered as the trees rustled. He was grateful that he had time to find shelter. The lightning had forced him to descend from the treetops and on the ground, he knew he was helpless.
He took refuge in a tangle of buckthorn to reduce the chances of being found but the searchers must have had given up due to the dreary conditions. Korren watched in dismal silence as his clothing began dripping water. The campfire had long gone out and Korren mixed the ashes with a stick. He spotted another wanted poster and picked up his bow. Five seconds later, an arrow sliced through the air to slice the thin string fifty feet away in the bramble. He grinned as he watched it dissolve in the rain
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