[Current Location: A-4 — Kestrel Saddle. 1,600 m.]
[Friday, 8:05 PM]
They came back with friends.
I'd have liked to be surprised about it, but I'd spent most of two hours on that rock watching the light go off the Spine and thinking about the shape Dario's mouth had made when the sensible one picked him up off the floor by the collar.
The light was nearly gone when they came up out of the saddle path.
[The Ability: Deadeye Has Been Activated!]
I counted them twice, because the first count seemed unlikely.
Eleven.
Eleven people, strung out up a col at last light with no attempt at cover and somebody's lamp already on, which on a mountain at eight in the evening is the visual equivalent of shouting.
...
Alright. Do the sum.
Fifteen percent of two thousand and four is three hundred. Split eleven ways.
Twenty-seven points each.
Twenty-seven.
That's four arrows in the shop. That's three pairs of dry socks.
