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Having caught most of the conversation between the little half-elf - Imalessa, she reminded herself - and the bull, Brynan found herself fighting the urge to roll her eyes. Unsurprisingly, she failed miserably.

[color=c03f7b]"Gods, girl,"[/color] she growled, running a hand through her short-cropped hair. [color=c03f7b]"You came here to offer your bow in service and you [i]didn't even bring it with you?[/i] We don't have time for you to be pussyfooting around like this. You've signed up to fight, not to talk about your feelings and have your hand held while the rest of us do the dirty work."[/color] Taking long, angry strides, she threw open a small side door nearly hidden by a hanging tapestry. Outside there was a narrow hallway where a fresh-faced young human shot to attention and tried to look like he hadn't just been standing with his ear pressed to the door.

[color=c03f7b]"Millnos,"[/color] she barked. The guard seemed apprehensive. [color=c03f7b]"Bring this fool a bow and a quiver of arrows. No, make it two. Quickly now!"[/color]

"Sir!" Millnos wasted no time, turning on the spot and jogging down the hallway towards the armoury.[/indent]