A stretching of a bow was heard from the deeper and darker shadows of the alleyway. You could see nothing but the slightly shining metal of the arrowhead.
"Let him go or we'll see if centaurs can deflect arrows" a voice said from the shadows. Still you could not see much, but as a patrol with their lantern going past lit the alley just enought to show a dark figure and it's black skin showed him as a dark elf. Reaper stretched the bow a bit more getting ready if the centaur would charge now that it knew his position in the shadows perfectly
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan