Unfortunately, your estimation that the wood was high enough to hop onto without injury involved a slight miscalculation. For while the height of the wood was not a detriment to your preferred destination, the structural integrity of the pyre proved to be unfit for the task you so brazenly assigned to it. As you plop down onto the pile, the impact upsets the unsteady peace of its configuration, causing various logs to spill out in every direction, and the disruption launches you toward the ground. Disorientated and quite banged up, you slowly attempt to rise, but then feel a sharp pain in your back. Turning, you see the cloaked figures standing on the roof you formerly occupied, with one of them loading a crossbow. You begin to feel woozy, and, as you kneel to the ground and close your eyes, you hear a loud “click” sound before suddenly fading away.

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