[center][h3][color=gray]Lucanas Meretrix[/color][/h3][/center]
Apparently another decided to occupy themselves with the noblewoman, berating her for keeping the bow strung. A small grin slid across the warrior's face before he could stop himself, and so he turned away from the two in order to hide his face and observed the hammer wielding Kostya. He could deal with the woman later, but this was a good time to learn about the party.

The hammerman had picked up the arrow, walking away with it as if he owned it. If he wasn't nobility, that would probably anger or please the entitled woman, depending on how he played it. Either way, it was time to start another conversation now that they were walking alongside each other.

[color=gray]"What do you seek to do with that ammunition? Claim it as your own? A secondary dagger, perhaps?"[/color] Perhaps if one was desperate, they could try and use an arrow as a impromptu dagger. Wasn't the wisest of ideas, but he could always claim he found the item in the woods and had no clue as to it's origins.