[Arvedui III]

Grom look disgruntledly at his hat, too high for him to reach. He looked even more disguntledly at the girl that had shot it off his head. "May I ask your name?" She said. "You may, but I'd like to know what that was for, lady" He said. "Couldn't resitst, I'm sorry. Your name again, master dwarf." "Gromfelt, lady. Gromfelt son of Dwelfelt. I would very much like my hat back if you please." He said. The women smiled and tore the arrow out of his hat and handed it to him. He scowed at it for a moment, then figured with gaping hole in it. The women laughed, " I am sorry Gromfelt. I said I would pach it for you." " I would like that" He said and he smiled up at the girl. For all the childish antics of men, and in this case a women, they could shoot, they could shoot very well, and sew he hoped. That was good to know. Just then Bali called them over.