Falir stood aimlessly next to the door to the archery range. He did not know who he was waiting for, but he knew the purpose his being there. It had been a while since he had last fired a bow and he was eager to start practicising again. He stood waiting for someone, anyone to come and let him shoot.

Tamris wasn't here often... in fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had been here. The assassin sighed and stepped more briskly down the hall. The chill of the morning air would get to her soon and she wasn't interested in being out here. Frost formed clouds in front of her as she sighed. Ever since her lover's death she had been lonely. Too lonely. The assassin looked out of a window. Blast this cold, she thought bitterly.

Then she noticed som'"Want in?" she asked and pulled out her thieves kit. She took the skeleton key that was in there and inserted it into the door lock. The door swung open silently. "There ya go,"

"Well sort of, can you tell me were the equipment is?" Falir awaited reply. He was emabarssed that he did not have a bow. As soon as he accumulated enough gold he would buy one. But for now he would just have to make do.