"Besides being grazed by a flying arrow and well whatever this person happens to be is up my alley so want to join forces?" as Gwen fished for a spare can of weevil spray. "But it would be a bloke in my world, Welsh actually" she explained with a smile. That was when she spotted another volley of arrows,"Get some gear, the chase is on!" as she slung her bag over an arm, hoping for some company on this hunt.