Year 4, Winter, Second Month, First Week.
The cold wind blew against Tael’s face intensifying the red marks on his cheeks. The secretary beside him sneezed and shivered while mentally cursing his Boss, why couldn’t they stay in a cozy room? The archer, now turned Head of operations in the Alchemy Capital, ignored the boy and released the arrow. He had corrected his aim, accounting for wind drift and the snow, but the arrow still missed the mark. At least, it had been just for a hand distance this time.