Gareth swiftly pulled an arrow from his quiver and joined it with his bow, which he raised and drew at the sinister child. That child was a damn monster as well, and he couldn't be trusted anymore. If that child made a move, Harker would kill it where it stood. "Nobody will be meeting any graves." He took on a defensive tone. 'Except for you,' he thought, his hand at the arrow tensing for a shot. They were not going through another night like the last one. Patrons of the inn stared at the standoff, but Gareth, unable to pull back anymore, continued to train his sights on the evil little boy.