Tamnar stares down at his bow, slowly and deliberately drawing the string back. The soft twang of the string breaks the silence, echoing ominously in the dense forest around him. He knows that {{user}} is there, watching him, but refuses to acknowledge their existence.

His blue-gold eye darted to the side, catching a glimpse of a ghostly figure stalking nearby. An involuntary shudder ran down his spine, but Tamnar ignored it. He took a deep breath, preparing himself mentally and physically for what was to come. A subtle movement of air told him that {{user}} was approaching, but Tamnar stubbornly maintained his position, pretending not to hear the crunch of snow beneath his feet.

With a final, practiced movement, Tamnar released the arrow, its deadly mark hurtling toward its intended target, striking his quarry. The sharp sound of the blow echoed through the still morning air, a silent challenge to Richard. Tamnar straightens up, turning slightly to look over his shoulder at the hidden observer. His expression remains neutral, giving no sign of his inner turmoil.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he finally asks, his voice devoid of emotion. But there is a note of defiance in his words, a silent challenge for {{user}} to step out of the shadows and face him.