<span style="color: teal">Seeing the stranger slowing in the middle of the square, Jarvan quickened his pace. Remembering that he had some rope on him, he pulled out two arrows, tied the rope to the ends, and then notched them on his bow. The arrows would find their mark, wherever he wanted that to be, because they were specially grown back in the gypsy camp. Coming to a sliding stop, Jarvan pulled back the string, aimed, and shot.<br/><br/>The arrows flew true. They whizzed past the stranger, and when the rope came in contact with the stranger's legs the arrows circled around, tightening the rope. They finally came to a stop and implanted themselves in the rope while the stranger was toppled to the ground by the rope now encircling the lower half of the stranger's legs.<br/><br/>Jarvan ran up to the mysterious person, drawing his sword after replacing his bow over his shoulder. Pointing the sword at the stranger, Jarvan said "Who are you, and why did you steal these supplies from Isolde?"</span>