When he saw the ship coming to land he knew it was manned. He made his way strategically through the town to the airfield. Approaching the airship just as it touched ground. He readied his bow pointing it at where the ramp would likely come down. His fingers rested hovering over the string with ease. There was no arrow notched however. Though one of the gears on the bow itself whirred furiously with a very faint metal on metal sound. He waited for the ramp or the first sign of movement at that edge of the ship. He would be damned if they were going to steal his things.