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AN: This was inspired by me joining a challenge forum about these books called the Men in Cloaks. More specifically, it was written in response to a challenge I set up there. The prompt is in italics.
"I'm not afraid of the Rangers," the old farmer said as he sat there sipping his beer. His companions looked dubiously at him.
"Not afraid of the Rangers?" one of them asked credulously and the old man chuckled.
"Even though they can kill a man with every shot?" one of them asked.
"And the dark magics that they wield?"
"And the way they turn themselves invisible?" his final companion and the old man chuckled once more.
"Oh I don't fear them," he said, sipping his beer a bit more. Leaning forward, he beckoned his companions closer. "I don't fear them because I know that they're protecting us. Now if they were my enemy…" he left his sentence unfinished and the group swallowed hard as one.
At the next table, in casual robes, Will smiled to himself.