|[ WHO ]| : Ysmir & Hawke, open to Anders. |[ WHERE ]| : The archery range. |[ WHEN ]| : Today |[ WHAT ]| : Enjoying some fresh air and practicing his marksmanship. |[ RATING ]| : TBD |[ STATUS ]| : Closed, in progress.
When Ysmir first arrived at the hotel, he had most of his gear on him; his bow, a quiver of arrows, his sword and dagger, and some other bits and bobs scattered in his pack. He'd done some exploring around since then and was fascinated by all of the strange things he'd seen. The bowling alley had confused him more than anything. His interest took him outside to nature, where he felt more comfortable.
Now he was parked at the archery range. It wasn't exciting as going on a hunt for live game, so he found himself bored of it after a few minutes. Not being able to travel as he pleased was making him stir-crazy so he was scrambling to find things to do. He'd started working for Hook at the docks, helping him catch fish. If there were a forge here, he could at least practice his craft. There were people here that would be served well by him if he had the chance. He was sitting on a stump, gnawing on some jerky he'd purchased from the mall that popped up. When he heard somebody coming, he craned his head to see who it was. He'd donned his Guildmaster armor for this day, choosing more casual clothing when he was in the hotel or exploring the mall. Seeing his new company, he lifted his hand high to salute them.