Claire aimed and took a shot. The sound echoed across the empty forest and the bullet embedded itself in the abandoned stone wall. It had been even further away from the center than the last time. Frowning, she took a small piece of paper and wrote the date along with the model number. She neatly scrolled it into a tight cylinder and stuck it in the bullet hole. Packing the gun into her bag and slinging her bow over her shoulder, she headed back for the tavern.<br/><br/>Bows were much more accurate, much more deadly and took much more efficient. A musket would need 15 seconds to reload and often singed her hair. However the musket had one advantage. A bow needed years of practice and building of muscles to use effectively. A musket could be picked up and shoot decently in a matter of hours.<br/><br/>She strolled into the bar and dumped her bag at her feet, taking off the newspaper boy cap and shook her hair free. This got some reprimanding glances from those surrounding her but they paid her no attention. Her bosom didn't burst from her dress, nor was she wearing any dress at all. This was a tavern. Not a socialite meeting. Resting her chin on her crossed fingers, she thought. What if she used less gunpowder? Less chaos? Yes along with reduced force. Not only would the path only alter a little but the bullet would most likely bounce off the wall.<br/><br/>"Oi. Miss!"<br/><br/>"Hm?" Claire snapped out of her thoughts and glanced at the woman who looked rather annoyed at her. She realized she probably needed to order to stay "Oh... some water will be fine." She didn't drink. She'd seen what it could do to people.<br/><br/>The barmaid looked at her again and didn't budge. Claire looked at her again.<br/><br/>"Please buy something if you wish to stay"<br/><br/>"Fine." Claire sighed, noticing the agitated tone in the barmaid's voice. "Shepard's Pie then"<br/><br/>Maybe she shouldn't have. It reminded her of what she would eat back home.<br/><br/>A bit more aware of her surroundings, she looked past the barmaid. And realize she'd just sat down next to Vero. She recoiled, knocking over the beer of the person behind her.<br/><br/>Stumbling over her words she muttered "My goodness... I'm sorry. I was startled. I'll buy you another one." She calmed down. She'd known Vero for years now.... he wasn't going to do anything to her...