Doing some target practice.

As a reputed and valuable mercenary, Shamir had to always make sure to be at the top of the game is she didn't want to lose her job, and luckily for her, the knights of Seiros were kind enough to let her use their training grounds for her to do target practice with her bow.

While she didn't bought fully the worship of Seiros, and her job as mercenary needed her to be distant with people, over the last few years Shamir had very slowly grown to like working for the monastery, the pay was nice and the job contract was stable, not to mention the many benefits of being close to the knights of Seiros, sure, Rhea and the others could be bothersome sometimes, but it was worth it overall.

And so, on a quiet day, free from any distractions or pending contracts or jobs, Shamir went to the training field with her bow to do some much needed target practice, for yesterday she felt she was getting a bit rusty. But just as she was beginning her training session, what she didn't knew at the time, is that soon a problem would come to ruin her day.