Hunters

It is times like that which I wish the bards were correct; that angels were assigned to hear the prayers of priests. You have heard, perhaps, that those who can ask not to be eaten ought not to be? And yet, here I was, assigned by Sobek (or by the Sobeki council, those who most often wore Sobek's mask) to this Agoge. And yet, here, I was assigned to exactly that task.

Spear and stealth, and not much sunlight left to track the Awakened by.

Oh, let me see if I can remember them all. There were nine of us.

Naggar, you know. He had all the archery skills one would expect from a newborn babe, were one careless enough to place a bow into its hands. He sighted a blood trail and was off running.

Armon of Bleak Hope, uruk, was also from Charon's sqadron.

Of Dagon's squadron, Astrolocus and Krassus, the humans, had failed to score kills with the bow.