It was this archer's job, so he felt, to make his students all a bow from his very own hands - just like he did for Rolf. Even though he may not know any of them or like any of them, Shinon felt it necessary to give them something to work with that he made himself. After all, Shinon's confidence in his craftsmanship was equal to that in his marksmanship, and that was saying something. If they were going to learn anything, they would learn it right.

The red-headed mercenary dropped his knife and blew wood chippings off the beginnings of what would become a bow. He leaned back against a tree and gazed through at the sky. Though the school seemed to be crawling with disruptive, irritating students (and faculty, for that matter), he didn't mind being outside so much. It was kind of similar to being at home, to say the least.