<a class="username" data-user-id="37107" data-username="@Shiva the Cat" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/37107/">@Shiva the Cat</a><br/><br/>Iseldra walked slowly and cautiously among the assembled warriors and other champions of the collected tribes and races.  Her bow still unstrung behind her next to her quiver, her knives sheathed behind her.  She walked towards the young huntress who was also carrying a bow, with practiced ease she reached over one shoulder and in a fluid motion withdrew a solitary arrow from her quiver.  It was one of a score of nearly identical arrows, with what may have been another wrapped in a fine soft cloth.  She held the arrow with both hands so that it was parallel to the ground and oriented from side to side in the least threatening of manners.  She bowed to Eyota in greeting then turning slightly did the same to the lynx beside her.  It was clear, at least to Iseldra that this was no trained pet.  She did not understand the bond between woman and feline, but she respected just the same.<br/><br/>She extended her hands towards Eyota, presenting her arrow.  As each had been introduced by name she didn't see the need to introduce herself.  "Would you do me the honor of exchanging an arrow?  Temporarily of course, I have found an arrow says much about the archer that made it and intends to use it."  Her voice was light with a musical tone to it, her words precise yet flowing easily from her lips.  "I have made arrows since before I was strong enough to bend a bow, but still I learn from each one I see."  Though she looked roughly the same age as the huntress, Iseldra had been making arrows since before Eyota's grandmother was born, but her interest was sincere and a sign of respect.<br/><br/>"I know the dwarves can work wonders with iron and steel, though I see so few dwarven archers I am skeptical of their talent with arrows."  She spoke as she felt the balance and sighted the straightness of Etoya's arrow assuming she offered one in return.  "But my curiosity is aflame and given the difficulty of our hunt, I fear it unwise to not at least consider them.  Would you care to join me?"  She asked, not wanting to seem as if she would seek to hoard the dwarven generosity, but content to share with the others according to their needs and talents.  Assuming they found that the dwarves could indeed make a fine arrow, which remained to be seen.