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Sarnai startled when a voice called out in her direction, her head immediately snapping upwards to see a Hahralian archer with clothes that were probably worth more than the Milky Toast Lizard.

[b]"Sorry, but could you please repeat that?"[/b]

Clearly he would not though, as he made an art out of drawing an arrow and sighting his target, his posture evoking the heroic visages of puppet shows back in Dranabris. Where else but in Hahral could you see the act of archery made into performance, where the thrum of a bowstring became music? What more poetry did you need beyond the gaze of a bowman, settling upon a distant target, a certain future? Sarnai watched, even as a part of her mind was aware of the difference between a bow and a crossbow, even though she had already seen plenty of other Hahralian archers show off their arm when she stepped into these proving grounds.

And he was posing for quite some time, wasn't he? Perhaps making a show of his strength as well, to keep a bow at full-draw for so long?

After a moment, she decided that this was as good a time as any to start retying her boots.