Keyla entered the blacksmith's workshop to hear yells and clashes from the back. Squeezing through the crowd awaiting for the blacksmith and jumping over the counter. Standing at the doorway to the back and slipping in to see a fight had broke out among the people. Unsure of what to do the young archer slowly pulled an arrow from her quiver, observing the conflict. She scanned the room noting the man whom had earlier had his wagon in her path. Her eyes soon met the side of the room where lay an injured orc before reaching to men attacking the armed crowd. 

Trying not to attract attention to herself, Keyla slipped bow off her shoulder and nocked the arrow she had earlier retrieved from her quill. She raised her arm, aimed toward one of the attackers and set the arrow free. The arrow whizzed through the air with great accuracy.