He laughs. "Woke up on the wrong side of—"
His throat explodes.
Blood and gore splatters across the interior of the tent. An arrow is embedded in the ground a yard past the soldier, soaked with crimson. His lifeless body collapses in front of you.
You jolt up in shock and turn your head toward the entrance.
Velinor steps through, longbow in hand, another arrow already nocked. "Bloody 'ell. Ya look like shite, Marshal."