>We are confident this is Rider, right?
>Assuming so: Let's put an end to this.
>You are.
>"Got it," Archer says as the old man, Rider, charges toward the roof. For a moment, you wonder if he's going to leap onto it, then vanishes below the roofline. You hear Archer loose an arrow he does, and see it slam into the dirt. "Lucky bugger," Archer sends.
>A moment later, the hook of his cane snares onto the lip of the roof, and a moment later he pulls himself up with a surprisingly smooth motion! The old man's face is contorted in fury, you nearly expect him to be foaming at the mouth! His eyes are locked on you.
>Information update: Rider.
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