[b][color=662d91]Walter Tiller[/color][/b]
[b]Location:[/b] Practicing Range
"Interacting" with [b]Natalie Hawkins[/b] ([@Feisty-Pants]'s character)

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Walter strung his bow and fired it at at a target about 22 meters away. The arrow pierced the edge of the wooden circle. [b][color=662d91]"Fine enough,"[/color][/b] he thought to himself, [b][color=662d91]"not like I'll need to go any farther than that anyway."[/color][/b]
While something inside him (as well as many people outside him) told him that he needed to improve his archery...he honestly couldn't care less. Archery isn't fun, all it does is allow you to poke things kinda far away. 


A loud voice interrupted his internal griping. [b]"The first lesson of today is to gain a measure of what you are individually..."[/b], Walter completely out the speaker. They aren't gonna teach him anything anyway, just brag as usual.  

He began wondering if anyone would notice him just slipping away back to his cabin. If it were anyone else, the answer would almost certainly be no...but the huntresses are another story. They're trained to notice the slightest change in movement and won't be fooled by a mere shadow puppet and some silent footsteps. 

Gods, they're obnoxious.

He looked at the "instructor", who seemed to be juggling or something. [b][color=662d91]"That's it," [/color][/b] he silently said, sick of the showing off, [b][color=662d91]"I'm taking my chances".[/color][/b] He silently attempted to depart the scene, making sure to leave his shadow behind. 

If he's lucky, he's going to head back to his cabin and work on designing the Phobos cabin or something. Maybe. After a nap. 

If he's unlucky...well, he doesn't know.