Erik sighed and folded his arms. He shook his head unhappy at having to wait. He unfolded his arms and pulled out his bow and unstrung it, wiping it down and cheering it for cracks. He ran a cloth down the wood, cleaning it off. He finished that, and put it away, back in the special spot in the quiver. He pulled out his knives, checking the blades for the sharpness and wiped then off before putting them back in its place. He felt safer here, so he didn't see the need to keep his bow with him at all times. But he would keep the knives one his body.