<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> Ming Ming, Jabari, Xenyora, Feyrun | OPEN<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong> None</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Shiloh’s big, dark eyes flitted from Ming Ming to Jabari. They… were impressed by <em>wealth</em>. Her tense, gloved hands rotated on the dark, wooden handle of her bow. She wasn’t used to buying things for herself… Let alone up… <em>Upgrades</em>? She wondered if her bow was inadequate enough for Caerduja’s Tournament. They… this pair of blacksmith’s resided within Caerduja. It would be foolish <em>not</em> to take their advice. Even if…. Even if their advice costed much of what little gil she had and meant that she had to give up her newly, hand-carved bow. “And you…” she turned her attention to Jabari as she listened to Ming Ming explain their crafts with an envious amount of confidence and gusto, “made her spear.” Her gloved hands loosened on her bow as she spoke, trying not to hesitate too much as she spoke to the giant, observant monkey. “Your gifts suit each other. Unfortunately I did not come to Caerduja with much fortune, but if you insist that my bow is too humble for the Grand Tournament,” a small, humble smile tugged at the corners of her pale, soft lips, “then I will fix that first.”<br/><br/><em>Finally</em>. Weaponry was a topic she actually enjoyed discussing.<br/><br/>One of her gloved hands fell from her bow and reached for the collar of her dark, embroidered cape and undid the clasp. The cape glided effortlessly along her limber shoulders to one side, revealing both her lilac blouse and the black leather straps of her own contraption – a holster for her many arrows. Rather than having one large container over one shoulder, Shiloh had <em>seven</em> smaller ones, sewn together so that they splayed in a <em>fan</em> across her entire back. Even her meager prey on Oliarin had taught her <em>not</em> to favor any particular side or hand when storing or utilizing her ammunition. She doubted her competition in Caerduja would be any different. She gracefully removed her holster and her cape and draped them on her arm, before twirling her bow in her hand effortlessly. She stopped when its dark wood faced the giant monkey.<br/><br/>“Thank you for your services, Mr. Jabari. I... assume you do not have complete bone structures at your disposal, but any skeletal material that had another life once would be my preference for my weapon.” She waited for him to take her bow, before she reached into the pocket of her long, black skirt and retrieved a hefty handful of gil and presented it to Ming Ming with another, small and gracious bow. Even with her smaller stature, Ming Ming was on the taller side of <em>most</em> Oliarins. <br/><br/>Shiloh stood in the blacksmith's stall, quiet for a many moments, lost in her own thoughts again. Then, softly, she questioned aloud. “Shall I wait here for you to finish your… upgrades, or perhaps…” Oh dear. Shiloh was not keen on traveling anywhere without her bow. Her dull grey head drifted around the smithy’s shop, and out, across the many, many stalls of the Tournament’s marketplace. “There was music in the stands earlier, and I suppose I shouldn’t need to hunt anything from the stands…” She could return later, if that made Jabari and Ming Ming more comfortable, or if Jabari needed a greater deal of time to make his upgrades. Besides, she didn’t want to take the place of any other customers --<br/><br/>“Ah..." the tall, lanky woman breathed, still holding her cape and her fan-like hostler, blinking rapidly in surprise as the tall hero and his unusual wolf from before suddenly crept through the doorway of the blacksmiths. <em>Too late</em>. A light pink blush crossed her cheeks. "Oh, I am…" Wait. This Xenyora said <em>gracious</em> things. She did not need to protest against those! "Well, actually, I suppose I <em>am</em> both shy and kind.” She turned towards Xenyora and his... <em>best friend</em>. Her big, dark round eyes glossed over Feyrun's large, magnificent build once more, so curious. "<em>My</em> best friend's from my home call me Shy too, but it is because it is short for Shiloh. <em>Funny</em> how things are..." She wondered if Feyrun would be allowed into the Tournament arena or better yet, into the competitor's sleeping quarters. Her grey head tilted to the side as she gazed at them both. "Are..." a puff of nervous air escaped Shiloh's nostrils, and she halted her question, unsure of whether or not it would upset the monk and his animal companion.</span>