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Neecey jumped at the sound of someone speaking. She had managed to find an arrow hidden under a wardrobe and had armed the bow almost immediately. She aimed at the man, and stood straight. He was talking, speaking rubbish. Yelling about how elves never leave the forest.

"I did not have a choice, I was taken away." She said through clenched teeth.

She followed him with the arrow as he inched closer to the wardrobe. His weapons were probably stowed away inside, explaining how the arrow had gotten lodged underneath. He continued talking, admiring her skills at actually being able to draw the bow. He was trying to distract her, she could easily pick up on the tone in his words. However, if she kept him talking, and inching closer to his weapons, she could make a break for the door. She didn't want to kill him. He had essentially saved her life, and for that Neecey was grateful. But she would be damned if she was going to let this one man stop her from getting home.

"It was just like my father's. His bow was as sturdy and strong as yours." She explained quietly. "And the design is definitely different, but I can understand the appeal. It's much easier to hold."

He was still inching towards the wardrobe, and Neecey made note of his name, Keiran. "My given name is Neecey. And, I'm truly sorry about this."

She shot the arrow and pinned an article of his clothing to the wall. She quickly dropped the bow onto the bed, and made a break for the door.