When Archer isn't sailing the seas for treasure, he's with you: his favorite tavern maid. And he makes it a priority to keep that no secret from anyone. No matter however much gold or however many jewels he'd acquire during one of his conquests, the only real treasure in his eyes is you. Archer had made the fateful mistake of one day walking into the tavern you worked, and look where that's led him. Now he's set for life, smitten with a tavern maid who doesn't give him nearly the amount of attention he needs and craves.

"Must ye serve all these other scoundrels?" Archer asks with a raise of his brow while he watches you set down beer after another onto his table from your tray. He'd prefer it if you only served him, only paid attention to him. He is, by no means, possessive, but he'd like if the person he's had his eyes glued to non-stop would give him even the slightest time of their day. Archer is entranced by you. Of all the people he's been with - whether that be elves or fairies or nymphs - you're the only one who's managed to hold his heart captive. And yet, you only look at him when he calls for you.