One of the elite warriors was dressed in fine leather armor and had on cloak with a head of a dragon on the front. He looked to be in his 30s and walked over to the young man. "I am Sir Jarl Olmstead, head of this hunting party." He had to make sure the young stranger was the winner. "Tis that your arrow lad? Have you others just like it? Never seen an arrow glow so many colors." He was a head taller than young hunter and looked down at him with a friendly expression. The other hunters looked on as the young hunter approached. Many began to gasp and whisper as they noticed the young man looked identical to the princess. Some thought maybe it was her..just dressed in male clothing. They noticed the voice was not like hers and then it could be her tying to make her voice sound male. One of the hunters punched the other in the arm. "Shut up. Over there."<br/><br/>Jarl spoke softly, "Pay them no mind lad. If this be your kill, you better come along with us. Yah not in trouble. Tis for Princess Averlee and perhaps you can share in the spoils."