[b]Aramir[/b]

Aramir was practicing her archery. She practiced for two reasons. One, she was making sure her skills didn’t grow rusty. After all, when you’ve spent much of your life with a bow in your hand, it’s hard to lose those skills you gained. They may grow dull, but they would never completely disappear. Two, losing herself in the familiar motions of draw, aim, shoot, was easy and relaxing, similar to fixing her braid. It was something she had done so many times in her life that it was almost automatic, done without much conscious thought. And she needed to relax, because trying to use her Pyromancy had pushed her frustration levels to their peak. She knew it was just like learning to use the bow in the Plains, and it would take time and patience and more time. But that still didn’t stop her from getting fed up and disgusted with her failures. 

Thus, why she was here. If she tried to make a stable flame for longer than a second one more time, she was going to scream, and then likely set something on fire she’d regret setting on fire later. So she kept practicing, relaxing herself. She wasn’t in the gym. Rather, she was outside in a clearly marked area. Shooting inside just felt…odd to her. Uncomfortable. She much preferred shooting outside, even if it got her a few odd looks. Aramir ignored these, and most other noises, and kept firing until her quiver was empty. Her hand reaching for an arrow that wasn’t there, she heard a commotion in the direction of the gate. 

A familiar voice could be heard, while the words themselves couldn’t be made out. Aramir herself had never actually met Rurik, but she had heard his voice once and there was no way she was going to forget his interesting way of speaking. The alarm that could be heard from a few voices drew her curiosity. But first, she was going to get her arrows. Old habits die hard, and she wasn’t about to just leave arrows for anybody to take. Perhaps an unnecessary worry in the College, but a worry she had nonetheless. With her arrows safely recovered, Aramir headed towards the commotion, where the bloody dwarf was already being taken away by healers to the infirmary. “What happened?” She asked the human next to her. He glanced down, almost in surprise, and responded briefly. “Roc attack.” Aramir frowned. “What’s a R-“ But the man was already gone, along with most of the crowd who could possibly answer her question. Aramir cursed under her breath, and headed into the College, looking for someone who could answer her question. Preferably a teacher, but Alaira would do just as well. The elf did say that she had used to hunt monsters.