[Training] head for the chills

Edmund really wasn't sure what to do. He didn't know her, and he'd clearly interrupted her. But upon seeing the woman draw a bow, his interest was piqued. "You're an archer?" Glancing at their surroundings he smiled, "Do you want to practice together?" It's certainly been a while since he'd shot with another person. Had his Mum been the last? Shrugging off his outermost jacket, Edmun revealed a bow strapped to his back. The exercise of training would hopefully keep the Ancient warm enough to stave off stasis but if the woman agreed, this would probably still need to be a brief session. Edmund braced his bow as he introduced himself, "I'm Edmund. The Darkling is Splat." If he was shooed off, the Ancient would find another place to train now that he was in the mood for it. Edmund Reborn In Fire