The commotion had naturally drawn a great deal of attention, and it wasn't long before local guard patrols arrived to investigate what in the gods' names had just happened. Oliver returned from his pursuit shortly after.
It seemed the final archer had fled the moment the tide turned.
It was annoying that one of the rats had managed to slip away, but I was fairly certain he wouldn't dare return to try for my life a second time today. They had missed what was likely their greatest opportunity. We could live with that.
Oliver stayed behind to handle the immediate aftermath, smoothing things over with the guards and explaining the situation, while Mia took charge of escorting me away from the scene.
By this point, anyone with half a brain could guess I was a high-ranking noble, or quite possibly the King himself, given how loudly Oliver and Mia had been tossing around "Your Majesty."
