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[shufti]

The door opens and an arrow shoots through, smashing an isolated beer glass. A second or two later Shufti dives through the door, making quite a good roll before realising that this isn't the forest, losing concentration and falling over.

Straightening up, the crossbow is returned to the tatty belt, and the obviously malnourished kid ducks down behind the nearest booth.

Nine mouths to feed, and only boiled horsemeat for dinner.