Timestamp: 48th of winter 511 AV
The whistling sound of the arrow leaving the bow was one that did not make Fordwen flinch like the first time. As he fired it, he rapidly drew fit and fired another. The hole proses took him less than a second it was something he had been doing for the last hour and a half. He was firing at a log that he had pulled up. The log was about ten inches in width and he had marked two lines above and below about another ten inches apart and a small dot directly in the center, creating a target about one-hundred and fifty yards down range. He was firing a set of three arrows at a time in the span of five seconds. As he finished this set he went and checked the set. It was an OK spread but it needed work.
As he walked back to the spot he had marked in the snow. He was right outside the city walls he fired another arrow and looked up to the wall as he drew the next he had had a few people watching from the wall but most left. The arrow brushed his cheek and he fired. As it flew he realized that the wind had changed fractionally and he had forgotten to compensate. He flinched as he saw the arrow strike the target way low. He mentally kicked him self for forgetting to change the positioning. He did not even draw another, instead he walked for the target as he got close he saw that the arrow had split when it hit the target. He would have to get another when he was done with this bit. He walked back a bit angry. As he took his spot again he felt the eyes on him, he looked toward the wall but he saw the person was outside the walls she was standing slightly to the sid but about fifteen feet over he waved her over.