Writ ScritThe wallspace was cramped and Nisha was forced to keep her knees pressed up against her chest. There would barely be enough room to reach up and undo the knot when the time came. Which, would be around four hours from now.Writ Scrit by ~Muffin-Unsane
Wishing she could at least say a curse, she let her head slump back and rest against the wood. Bits of plaster tangled in the strands of her hair and scratched at her scalp. This had to be the worst job yet. With the others there was no waiting game. Simply wait till the target was exposed and strike quickly. A well-placed arrow usually did the trick and she could be gone before the guards even noticed.
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