"Good, now, we must train in the ways of two arrow launches! A delicate art, indeed.".
The old man then pulls out two arrows from his quiver and loads both onto his bow.
"Pay close attention, Blackie, look carefully.".
He interlaced the two arrows, and they took 1 general direction.
"Now, do that."
I lean on the wall next to him and spark up conversation.
*20 + 18 = 38*
"So, what are you doing here?"
"Nothing, really, just, resting I guess."
"Let me tell you something about women (whispers)*
"You're right! thank you man!"
With that, he runs off.
