"I appreciate it, my lord. But if it's all the same to you, let's focus on the bow today. Maybe if it's a success I'll come back for more formal training with the sword or spear." Galt remarked. Luckily these last weeks have given him plenty of opportunity to practice his accent, chipping away at the small low-born idiosyncrasies to sound positively posh. Silke wasn't fooled, of course, but most others would be. If you wanted to be a thief, sometimes you had to act, and that required some voice training. 

The next few hours were less stressful than Galt would have thought. Once he actually got passed the basics of holding a bow and what fingers to use when firing, he found it was actually a fun experience. Experimenting on arcs and gauging a target with his keen eye. Vincept wasn't overtly hostile. In fact, he was a fine teacher, passionate on the art of war as a good noble should be. He made a few jokes at Galt's expense, and at one point called him a 'blasted cheeky fellow' but otherwise, Galt found he and Vincent got on fairly well. Of course, when Vincent brought up Silke, bluntly trying to pry on if Galt had any intentions with her, Galt maneuvered out of that line of questioning as quickly as possible. 

"You're catching on swiftly. Silke said you were a quick study." Vincent congratulated. He stood watching as Galt drew another arrow from his quiver to line up a shot. 

"I'm flattered she would mention me," Galt replied, honestly. It brought a small thrill to his chest, but he did well to hide it. 

"You should be, she keeps her cards very close to her chest." Vincent replied. "I'm certain you appreciate many of her assets." 

Galt nearly fumbled his shot, but made sure to halt on firing for a moment. After giving Vincent a questioning look, he took the shot and managed to get within a foot of the bulls-eye. Not too bad, though Vincent could certainly do better. Galt dropped the bow from his eyeline and went to grab another arrow. "She's been very helpful these past weeks. I'm quite grateful." 

"I am as well, to have her as a sister. Though she often bites off more than she can chew, though she'll deny it. Try not to take up too much of her time." 

Galt agreed halfheartedly and with a noncommittal response, and they continued for another few hours until Galt's arms were about to fall off. By that point, it was early afternoon and they grabbed a quick bite to eat before Vincent gave Galt a farewell and an encouraging word (in his manner) before letting Galt meet with Silke by the stables. The ex-thief found her there next to a nobleman, one he had never seen before. The articulate man and woman were discussing marriage, and at first he was intensely suspicious until he heard exactly what they were speaking of and his heart raced with...anxiety? Dread? He gave the lord a bow as he took his leave, trying to hide his fretful thoughts.

"Well, that was not so bad. I'll feel it in the morning, but I think I am getting the hang of the bow." He told her, rubbing his shoulder. "Worst part is the endurance. But we can talk on it when we're off. As well as other things."