Renne ran her fingers across the panel of her oak bow. It was beautiful, sanded down and with much rubbing from her hands, it had a glossy feel and look.

Her quiver lay nearby, it was made of leather, of which animal she did not know though, for it was bought from a market two towns away. The arrows, however, was fetched by herself from chicken feathers and sharpened pieces of firewood. It could, however, despite the simple materials, hit quite painfully and accurately, to the pain of some local boys.

Her jet black hair cascaded past her left shoulder as she continued to look out of the window at the forest idly, wondering among her thoughts by staring at the rain. The sound of slight pattering rain on the rooftop of the small hut also served to calm her nerves.

"Miss."

She jerked from her reverie at the word, Jeryl had been extremely quiet for the past half hour, thus so being driven out of her mind by more 'important' thoughts.

"Your father will be wondering where you have gone." Jeryl continued, seeing that Renne did not reply.

"Sure." She sighed and got up. Allowing the old man to drape a water proof cloak over her shoulders.

Rain started to fall harder.

-Captain Mook