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Faenor breathes in deeply, scents the Orcs, and snaps his eyes open.

"To arms! The enemy is upon us!" he shouts, the others seeing him draw his bow for the first time as an arrow appears to leap from his quiver to the cord. He fires, taking down an Uruk with the dart buried in the creature's eye.