Connor's boots scrape on the gravel of the yard as he walks over to Cade. He already has one of the practice bows slung over his shoulder, and has filled a quiver with blunted arrows. "Hello," he says pleasantly enough. Their last meeting got off to a shaky start, to say the least. He thinks it's best to elide it, if he can...

"I've been practicing archery in an... undisciplined fashion for the last few weeks," he begins. "When I heard about your class, I couldn't pass up the chance to learn." Warden Howe had shown him enough to get started, but had been on his own since.