ETHAN

Ethan took a balanced stance and made sure to have a careful aim, drew back the bow, and shot at the circular board that stood a few feet away from the room. The room was empty except for the dirt that scattered around the perimeters and rags that hung over the walls.

"I see you haven't lost your wit," Krepe called wryly from behind him.

"It's all in the arm, Uncle." Ethan dropped his weapons on a wooden chair that stood in the middle of the room. "Any plans yet?"

"Oh, yeah, I just have an idea." Krepe gathered the arrows and took his position in front of the board. "I just realized we might have to hasten things up and strike." He carried a black sophisticated bow, placed his arrow at a good position, and pulled his arm backward, his thumb held at the point where he targeted. The centre.

There were other ways of passing the time, and the pub on the other side of the road was as interesting as the royal hall in the palace. Ethan hadn't fully seemed healed from the misfortune that befe