Wait stranger, you are very vibrant, but are you well equiped? I see you are a flyer, but what have you to eat? Protection? Weapons? If you are certain you have all then meet me back here at 18:00 and we will venture to this 'place'. In the mean time I have 'things' to do.
After leaving HeavyMetal, Orin gets something to eat and heads off to prepare for the hunt. I wander around the city looking to arm myself. Not knowing what may come, and having limited funds, Orin purchases a hunting knife and some archery equipment. Orin had taken archery at the academy for a semester at the academy. His skills weren't the best, but it was something he had some experience using. Realizing what time it was, Orin headed back to meet HeavyMetal.
The hunting knife has a six inch blade, and a hollow handle with a book of matches, fishing line, hook, and a wire saw. The bow is 50" made of fiberglass covered in leather, with a waist worn quiver with twelve 28" arrows. The arrows are wooden shafts with metal tips.
[If I am taking too many liberties, please let me know.]
[Hmmm, looks like the balls in my court. How does this sound:]
Orin steps toward the guard and looks at him in a way that makes it seem as though he is staring past the shades, directly into the guards eyes. I am here for the money. You are not the first to question my abilities. I am often overlooked in battle... Orin pauses and looks at the other guard.. overlooked that is, until my arrow pierces the heart of my enemies. Orin rests his right hand on his quiver. What I lack in size and strength, I more than make up for in speed, stealth, and savagery.
[Sound good?]