Fletcher smiled and lightly stretched. At least there was to be agreement upon archery. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted his hunting team to die, end up like those pictures he used to draw when he was little with little X marks for eyes. The little bastards were more annoying than useful.
"I would imagine that it was rather brilliant." He chuckled softly. It seemed very like him to run in first and then check over for mistakes after. He could be wrong, but something told him that he was at least close. "As for targets..." His nose wrinkled just slightly. "Besides my hunting team...if you want to call them that..." He scowled at a space in front of him. Bloody idiots. "I haven't really found anyone."
He let out a sigh. "I am tempted to lure them all into a building and explode it...or bury them alive." Anything that would keep them from ever talking again. That was the general idea.