"Salogel Sureshot, we thank you for your years of faithful service. With Salogel retiring, the council have gathered together and have decided upon the next Sureshot." Ziros voice bellowed through out the room. "Mae. From now on, you will be known as Mae Sureshot, the 137th Sureshot since the First Great War." Mae stood up calmly from the bench, and walked up, grabbed NoDahLag from Ziros' hands and raise it triumphly into the air.
"Congrats, Mae or rather Ms Sureshot," JT told Mae as they walked down the wooden hall, with the multiple portraits of previous dwarves staring down straight at them.
"Thanks, JT. But do you know what makes this bow so special?" Mae slid the bow off her back and put it in JT's hands. Leaning over she whispered the answer into his ear.
"Wait! You are saying that the spirit of the previous Sureshot remain in this bow." Suddenly, the portraits on the walls no longer seemed to be so magnificent but start to send waves and waves of chill through his back. JT looked back down at the beautifully crafted bow. Every Sureshot lives on in this bow, that will explain its power.
There was a loud slam, and quick patter of feet. it was like something or someone was rushing towards them. JT turned around and in the same movement pulled out his bow and slid an arrow out of his quiver. An assassin? Here? Well if it really is an assassin, he will soon be a dead one. A figure barreled straight into Mae. JT pulled the arrow back. Just as he was about to release the arrow, laughter erupted from the two figures. It was just Yeti, Mae's younger sister. Yeti crawled off of Mae and JT pulled the two sisters up. Laughing the trio walked out the hall.