It's a rainy day, so you're able to train again, in secret. You'd had Nightmares about the brothel all night.... you get up, tying your red hair into a tight braid. Your pet vulture, Vol, nuzzles you as you put on a dress fit for archery, with long sleeves, and intricate imbordoiry. The wet, dark day in the forest outside felt soothing, as you prepare your practice bow.