He nods in return, and reaches into his quiver for a particular arrow. When he finds it, he draws and fires the arrow at the wall several yards back and away from her. When the line is set, he gives it a tug to make sure it stays, then begins his hand-by-hand crossing of the roof.
Minutes later, they're face to face, and he offers her something of a smile.
"I was right." he says, looking down at her. He's six feet tall if he's an inch, and her grin causes him to break into a full smile, something he rarely does.
"I'm Jacob King." he says.
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