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[will_scarlett]

Kate's return has worried Will, he knows her world has great and complicated troubles and he hates that there's only so much he can do.

So he's outside at the range firing arrow after arrow into the targets, its restful to hear the thunk, thunk of arrow into straw.

Later perhaps he'll move to the peals but for now, its arrow after arrow as he works to keep his temper in check.

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[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede watches Will shoot, studying his style. He carries a different bow, an older type, and a handful of arrows.

"You are an admirable archer."

[will_scarlett]

Will shifts his bow down and nods at Ganymede,

"Aye, thank ye."

[the_cupbearer]

He nods in return, and moves closer, enough to set his arrows in the ground.

"You are welcome. Are you angered at something, Will Scarlett?"

[will_scarlett]

"Just the troubles o'the world."

[the_cupbearer]

"They are many," Ganymede says, stringing the bow he has--it takes quite a bit of strength to do it. "Which world?"

[will_scarlett]

"Me Kate's, new troubles always seems to find 'er."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede nods, and considers for a moment. "We have so few, where I live."

[will_scarlett]

"Lucky for ye."

[the_cupbearer]

He tilts his head. "You are worried for your lady?"

[will_scarlett]

"She's a fighter, tis always cause for worry. Just do what I can for 'er."