I sat there, thinking.
What do I do? I can't go back without finishing the job. They'll tell tales of my failure to all the buyers in the region. I'll never be hired again.
I'll buy a house in the next suitable town and settle down. Surely I had enough money for that?
The melody tapered off.
She won't be safe. If I don't succeed, someone else will. I can't just leave her there.
Get a grip.
Why should I care what happens to her?
Because without her this whole kingdom will fall to rubble.
And I will not be responsible for the fall of my homeland.
I put away my bow, quivered my arrow, and headed out towards the side of the palace.
I had an idea.
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