by Strig on May 9th, 2013, 9:10 pm

He noticed her close up a little when he enquired about her family. Ah.. Strig thought. A touchy subject… Turning around with a frown, he let the surrounding area seep into him, like water soaking a sponge. The sun was almost down, the sky turning an inky purple at it’s edges, but with a warm glow still at the bottom. The few people who were still out shopping were just about finished, breaking off into their own separate clusters, talking and laughing. Near them was a series of large straw targets. Common enough in the land of the Inarta, many would come to these places to hone their skills with the bow, or even challenge one another to daring matches of skill and patience.
If the girl Francesca was a rogue, perhaps she had some ability with the bow. Indeed, few rogues he had heard about in stories actually enjoyed being in combat… they preferred to keep it calm and cool, as far away from physical conflict as possible. Perhaps this would be the perfeact opportunity to test the skill of the famed Inarta. Strig allowed himself a small smile.
“Would you like to have a small contest?” He asked, gesturing to the targets beside them. Strig smiled widely. “We can even have a small contest if you’d like…?” |
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