There was a growing crowd down by the archery section.
Tiamat was pretty sure that his well trained men would have everyone wishing they could join his regiment but to his surprise the archer with the lead score wasn't one of his men.
It looked to be a young boy, very frail and thin looking like a slight wind could blow him away in comparison to the men that surrounded him.
The sun was broiling today and most of the men dressed lightly but the boy was covered from head to toe.
He had a hat that covered his voluminous black hair, the rest of the boy's face was covered by a large handkerchief that only his blue eyes were visible.
There was something very familiar about him and boy was he in need of training to get rid of that very feminine gait.
Despite his poorly fitted garments and the hat that was too large that sat perched upon his small head.
