"Sorry? Sir, you're not interrupting, nor intruding at all. Happy to see that more people see some value in the hobby - form of combat, sport, whatever you'd want to call archery." [i]The young archer would bow his head towards his sole spectator, in a rather plain, albeit respecting manner. Although the archer would nod as well, as he would take one final arrow, nocking it upon his bow. The archer's fingers locked upon the string, pulling it back until the bowstring met the side of his cheek, upon the right side. There, he would take aim, and fire - the final arrow managed to hit the center, albeit too high to be considered a true bullseye. The archer simply nodded, after the quick shooting, though his attention would soon return to Fenrir.[/i] "Sir, if I may.. could I practice upon this mountain more? The Dojo isn't.. preferable, for this sort of thing at least. I feel more at peace here, nearby a place of worship and in small, yet good company, than there."