Mayli sat cross-legged on the dam and began plucking feathers from a goose. After she’d collected several, she sat the bird aside and brought her bow into her lap. As she pulled back on the string, measuring the length for her new arrow, the wood creaked slightly. She sighed, wishing she had a different bow—one with a heavier draw weight, composite design, and a form-fitting grip like her own. But after a moment’s thought, eyeing the goose she’d just shot, and splitting its feathers with a knife she liberated from a Shadowen thief she’d killed, Mayli reconsidered. She was doing enough damage with the one she had.