He had left the second arrow and bow back in the ... err ... tree home he had carved for himself.  He could bring Jarl to his home; not a good idea, he didn't want anyone to know exactly where he was living.  He could run back and get the arrow and the bow and show them; but, that was a waste of time.  He couldn't risk hanging out with royalty and wasting hours in practicing sword fighting; he was awful with jousting, so he knew if he could ever participate - he would need to win the fray on the ground.<br/><br/>"Pardon me Sir Jarl; I'd like to see the kill for a second."  He went over to the stag; sure enough, his arrow was sticking straight out of it.  The thing was huge; how exactly was he going to take that back to his house?  It seems tonight he'd have to hope the traps he set in the forest had some smaller animal he could quickly cook up.<br/><br/>He curtsied before Sr Jarl; "You will have to believe me by faith that this arrow I'm taking back is mine.  Should your men wish to claim the kill, so be it."  The hunters seemed to rustle; Theadric was unsure what to make of it.  "However, if you decide to tell your lady the truth ... ask her to make sure that Sir Theadric ..."  (Sir?  He had NEVER been knighted!)  "... yes, Sir Theadric ... be sure to save him a spot in the jousting competition as thanksgiving for the kill."  With that, he turned around and walked in an alternative direction to his tree.