A few days later and David was sitting in a tavern watching the sun go down and pondering Sams words, could an angel really be watching over him, did such beings even exist. He pulled out the broken arrow and considered it once more, trying to gain understanding from holding it.<br/>He got up from his table, swaying slightly, and made his way out onto the street. As the cool night air reached him his head began to swim, he had drunk a bit more than he meant to.<br/><br/>David wandered up the street, swaying slightly from side to side, and saw in the distance the tall spire of a church.<br/>When he reached the church he saw that it was closed, it was getting late after all, so he sat on the step and took the arrow head out to once more ponder recent events.<br/>As he sat there he heard a commotion coming from a nearby alley, stumbling over to the mouth of the alley he saw two men holding a woman down on the ground. The woman's dress was torn, exposing her tender flesh, and she was crying. A third man stood over her, undoing his belt.<br/><br/>"Hey" David called out "washoo doin in there" slurring his words slightly. The woman looked up, hope in her eyes, but the hope died as she realized that he was drunk and alone. The three men looked at David and he saw that they were all armed with daggers, they laughed and the leader said "Keep walking drunk, or you'll get yours"<br/>Considering his present state David had to agree that staying was a bad idea, but he was torn by his desire to help the woman. Gripping the arrow tighter he was about to say something about being a Ranger when he remembered, the arrow, the Angel, what if he really was protected, then surely he couldn't loose.<br/><br/>Gripping the arrow tighter, it was his only weapon, he stepped into the alley.