sits on his back porch, idly firing arrows into the pile of hay in his back yard.
stops to watch him, wondering what is hiding in the pile of hay.
just put the pile of hay together a few minutes ago and doubts anything could have snuck in there that fast. This is just target practice.
watches him a little more, imagining deserving nations she would like to have in there.
....would arrange something, if she asked politely and didn't come at him with a knife.