[Dego Mernoff]

The day had begun for the young elf, the suns were shining and illumination was beginning to fill the forest. In the distance Dego had heard a few grunts, most likely from the regional deer. He filled his lungs with slow breaths of the crisp forest air; it was cleansing and rejuvenating all at the same time. His seat seemed to be holding up well so far, and as his bow rested on his lap ready to be used when the time was right. The young man could finally clear his mind, enjoying the world around him to its fullest. The day was turning out to be quite nice, very little wind here in the forest and the temperature was mild for the early morning. Letting off a silent yawn, the man pulled his arm up above his shoulders and flexed the muscles across them to stretch out his upper back before resuming his vigilant gaze of the land below him.

Dego decided that now was an opportune time to inspect his bow for any flaws. By running his fingers over the composite bow he checked for any cracks or unevenness in the finish, it all seemed fine, as did the slits at each end section for the bow string. The string itself still appeared to be in good order, taught without any fray, or serious wear, which made the young man feel confident that the bow would have no complications on this brightening.

Patience was key, and the candlemarks slowly slipped by. All one could do is relax and wait for their moment, and finally Dego’s moment had arrived. Coming from the direction of the berry bushes was a nice sized buck, around eight points from what he could tell, and a nice amount of meat. All the man need do is wait for a clear broadside shot… just a few moments longer was all he needed.