[littl3chocobo]

he notched his bow and let loose, he hit the target dead center. 'sir, sir!' he did not turn towards the steward. instead he simply pulled another arrow and re-notched his bow. 'sir, it is about the swansons' he grunted but still did not look. they were late already, with any luck they would decline the offer and he could go back to his daily life. his second arrow was loosened and it pierced the first splintering it and sticking to the head. 'they have sent word' he notched a third 'they accepted and are sending the bride.' his arrow went wild and barely clipped the target as he swung his head towards the frighted steward. he frowned and looked down at the other. "this is so?" 'i am afraid so, my lord.' he pinched the bridge of his nose and turned away. he sighed into his hand and set about putting his things away. he was not happy.