Arrows flew all around them, and none flew as true as Yoreholder's. Two men missed the target entirely, and the others only managed to hit the outer rings, but they seemed well content with that, given the distance.
The villagers of Solgrim had gathered to watch, hearing that Nila would be competing. She was popular amongst her folk, for good reason. She was always charming to them, always patient and willing to listen to their concerns. Rather than a ruler, as they saw Oliver to be, Nila was more a comrade, a sister that wasn't blood-related, or a daughter to some of the older folk. And she had put her life on the line to lead them and defend them more than once.
Seeing her hesitate, they gave a few gentle cries.