Bill
*The deer showed no sign of noticing Bjorn, perhaps because the wind blew to the side and not toward it, and thus it didn't catch his scent. But as Bjorn prepared to shoot it, there was a distant, low twanging sound. An arrow flew into the stag's neck from somewhere off to the right, and it stumbled for a moment before falling over- dead.*
Alaina
*A man emerged into view from behind a rock formation not too far away, and he began walking towards the dead deer. A Nord, about average height, dressed in some sort of furs. And either it was a trick of the eye, or his hair was some shade of gray or white.*
Keith
*Bjorn was taken back but the sudden kill. It was done quick and a good kill. A shot only an experienced hunter could pull off yet this did not tame Bjorns initial rage. A smarter, calmer man would have waited and continued to watch from afar but Bjorn was young and his feelings overcame him to easily. He would abandon his cover and March towards the deer keeping his gaze upon the nord who he thought had stolen his kill.*