“See, there... a fine goose..." whispered the young man to his companion.
The two were well dressed, in fine leathers and boots, but were hunkered low amongst tall reeds in the midst of a wide expanse of marshland that extended to the horizon.
Before them, on a stretch of open water, was a fine wild goose, hunting and searching for food in the margins. A cool autumn breeze blew gently across the pool.
His companion, a tall, dark-haired young man, quietly and smoothly drew back his bow, pulling back a long dark arrow. He held steady for some moments, judging the windspeed and distance, then let fly. The arrow flew straight to its mark, and deep into the chest of the goose, which let out a strangled cry, then slumped down in the water.