<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FSI343P.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Shiloh Tien</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332525.msg15850549#msg15850549)<br/><strong>Tier:</strong> Green<br/><strong>Level:</strong> 1<br/><strong>Job Class:</strong> Archer<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Day 1, Late Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Ming Ming's Shop &amp; Smithy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone | OPEN<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong> None</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Oh, <em>N-No</em>,” her grey head quickly bobbled back and forth in protest to Ming Ming, desperate to correct her, especially in front of her fellow competitor, “I’m… I’m… I am not Zodiark myself, though that is very flattering… You flatter me, Ming Ming. I… If you were to see say, the royal family of Caerduja, you would want to appear at your best, probably. I, often, ensure others are at their best before they meet Zodiark. Um, er…” Her gaze fluttered from Xenyora to Ming Ming as she approached him, and offered Xenyora a discount. <br/><br/><em>Ming Ming liked Xenyora a lot.</em> This made sense. Xenyora looked like a champion already, unlike Shiloh. “I-I help others not so much in their appearance, but with their final wishes, and wills and goodbyes… There are many goodbyes.” Her shy gaze faltered, and she looked at the ground. Just then, it had dawned on Shiloh that she had said goodbye more times in her life than she had said hello, but she was not complaining. She would <em>never</em> complain about her affinity to Zodiark, no matter how… It was just how things were. Shiloh swallowed, and tried again to reason with the proud Smithy. “I am not Zodiark, but I am one of his tailors.” Yes, a tailor was a good word for it. It was not too loud, but not incorrect either. Her gloved hand, still without her new bow, clutched her dark embroidered cape instead. “It <em>is</em> a responsibility, I suppose, but I… Someone has to do it. Especially in Oliarin, I… I…” Shiloh wanted to say more, but it… There was the armored man from before. <br/><br/>He made no more threats towards her, instead he- <em>He ignored her</em>. As if… he had nothing else to say. Even though he was… well, he was in the <em>same</em> room as her. It was probably best if she said nothing else either, even if she desperately wanted to apologize, again. It… It was <em>her</em> fault. She had offended him first, and now… Well, she didn’t want to depress other people with where she was from. Besides, she <em>liked</em> where she was from. It… It… She <em>was</em> nice, wasn’t she? Why did using a weapon make her less nice, or a member of security, or a killer? She wasn’t even particularly skilled with her bow and arrow. She was just ‘okay’. Surely, others could learn to use a bow and arrow far better than her. She had only started using her bow and arrow to aid others who were starving in Oliarin, and she was only here at Caerduja’s tournament because the prize money could help even more people, and not just from starving. <em>Feyrun</em> certainly didn’t look like he was starving. <br/><br/>Her big, dark eyes glanced up from the ground and watched as the unusual wolf flexed confidently before her. “If you know someone who needs — <em>Wha</em>?!”   Shiloh suddenly balked at Xenyora’s compliment, gazing at him with large, dark eyes. Her face flushed, and sweat started to drip down her forehead, instantly overwhelmed. “No-no, I’m… I’m not… I can’t…” Shiloh had <em>never</em> been called beautiful by someone her own age before. And-and not in front of other- Oh, there was <em>another</em> person in the blacksmith’s shop now. They used… swords. No, a <em>special</em> type of sword. They must have trained very hard to- “Oh.” She was still staring at Xenyora. She had been staring at him the entire time. Which was far too long, of course. “<em>Ahh</em>! Um, I…” More sweat dripped down her forehead, and Shiloh closed her eyes, giving a shaky, awkward laugh. She was about to offend Xenyora too, she was certain of it. “T-<em>thank</em> you, but I am just… <em>Me</em>. I am just me, and that is simply okay.” She swallowed and quickly turned to Ming Ming, who was aiding her latest customers. “If there are too many customers in your establishment, I can leave and come back once Mr. Jabari is finished with my weapon.” She hated being without her bow, but Shiloh felt so… So much worse. She was never this embarrassed in front of the elderly folk back home, but now… Now she just wanted to <em>hide</em>. Maybe Feyrun needed a walk before the tournament began?</span>