<div class="floatleft">(http://i38.tinypic.com/2iw7itg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Joran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sandpoint Cathedral Square<br/><strong>With:</strong>Dunn, Aria<br/><br/>"May Erastil guide your hand," Joran said to the young woman as she left. And may he also guide mine, Joran was left thinking as he approached the archery booth. "I should like to try my hand. That pie smells amazing." The requisite coinage was placed on the stand, and Joran readied. He drew his bow and readied an arrow, taking careful aim at that bullseye. He breathed in carefully, taking his time with the shot, the scents assailing his nostrils, and when he had done all the aiming that was going to help him, he loosed the arrow carefully. It flew through the air, telltale wobble of a shot given just slightly too much power. The moments between heartbeats as the arrow flew seemed longer than they had any right to be, but the arrow flew true and struck the bullseye. A great smile graced his features, and he exhaled. A brief thanks to Erastil was given, as he waited to accept the prize.<br/><br/>Once he had received it, or presumably shortly thereafter as he was enjoying a piece, he was approached by a dwarf. It took him a moment to discover where the voice was coming from. "Oh! I suppose, if you'd like me to join you. Care for some pie? I just won it firing at a remarkably small target. Perhaps it was fated that I share it with you, as you happen upon me at just this moment." He took the time to evaluate the dour looking dwarf and his companion, a tall looking woman in a fair amount of armor. He felt almost under-dressed beside the two. "Lead on, sir dwarf."<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body">Die Roll (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46517)</div></div>