An average height lean young man was seated in the corner. A black cloak and good hung loosely on him. Being shy, Archer often watched and observed until he felt okay enough to approach new people or a situation. He had been sitting and watching since before the first girl had gotten there and, when the man was done talking, Archer went up to the table. He had heard the woman's questions before, so he answered them without her asking. "They call me Archer," he began. "I showered yesterday and ate this morning. I am a hunter--" he held up a bow and quiver "--and a butcher's apprentice. Did I miss anything?"