We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Noah was amazed at what he held. He was honored that Deimos would create such a thing for him, that the man took such care in making it so personal and reflective of who he was. This would be a useful tool that Noah would cherish and keep safe above all else that he owned. Taking another arrow from the quiver, Noah placed it within his bow and lifted. He narrowed his gaze, focusing on the target as he brought the bow into place and aimed. He waited for the right flicker of flames to give him the space he needed, a pause in the way that Deimos' flames consumed. When he saw his open range, he let the arrow fly. It hit the target with a thud that soon followed by the crumbling of the target itself, having lost its integrity between the two hunter's fire.
"It is incredible." Noah breathed out, the smile not fading from his face. He had never held anything with such incredible potential. He had always been such a simple man, and even with the amazing crafters that filled the streets of the Citadel, no one had made anything quite as powerful for the Olson.
NOAH
