CONVERSATION

THWACK!

A perfect bullseye from a range of ten meters.

Allan satisfied? of course not, three shots is too much. The range needs increasing and he needs to be able to hit the bulls-eyes

consistently from different angles, He doubled the distance from the target so that he now stood twenty paces away and he envisioned the parabolic path in which the arrow would follow as now gravity would start to be a factor, albeit a small one.

"You're good with the bow" she praised

Allan shook his head, the girl had only seen his one good shot out of several shots Allan had made.

"No, that is not so, perhaps now, I might be good at making that single shot from that distance but that is not enough to be called good with the bow, it's a habit I keep from Elves who are good with the bow.

She pouted slightly at her praises being dismissed so readily. she'd begun to feel more comfortable around this man as she decided that he would not harm her.

"I am born o