Adam
Adam had learnt to not answer questions like where do you live? but he didn't have the reputation he'd once had here, and Melita seemed trustworthy enough, so after a moment's hesitation he answered: "I got a place where everyone's houses are. Near the edge. It has a big crack over the door and um..there's a bench thing outside." Hopefully this, and helpful neighbours, would guide her to the right house.He watched, impressed, as she shot off a last arrow and landed it perfectly; it was the kind of showing off he was often prone too, and he recognised her playing the same game. Smirking, he shrugged as she disparaged her own targets. "I aimed at them and I hit them. They did the job, right?"
"...I'll go get the arrows that're left." He offered. Adam was not often one to clean up after himself, but Melita's kindness had to be repaid some way or another for him to feel comfortable accepting a gift. Hopping over the wall, he began to walk between the targets, grabbing arrows as he went (and appraising his own aiming all over again).
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
