For All the Things
You sigh and pull off your hood, revealing your face with its clearly feminine features. "You have the wrong person. I'm not a marksman, or any other kind of man, but a woman."
"Ah, r-right ye are, lass." The dwarf blinked twice, opened his eyes wide, and grinned sheepishly. After adjusting his bandana and hat needlessly for a few moments, he cleared his throat and resumed speaking. "What I meant ter say was... Look, I 'eard from a reliable feller that ye won the arch'ry contest up at Li'lbrook e'rry year straight fer the past five or so odd years. Port Suncrest'll be 'oldin' it's own major contest in about a moon's time. Ye'll be doin' yerself a favor by 'elpin' me out. I'm more sure than the summer sun that ye'll win a nice sum o' gold as well as what ye get fer 'elpin' out this poor ol' dwarf."
"Look, I don't even know your name or anything, I don't shoot live targets, and I refu-"
"That can be easily righted, lass." The dwarf looked back and forth, making sure no one was nearby. He waited as a young couple stumbled by, giggling noisily at eachother, before leaning forward and speaking in a low voice. "I happen ter be the great Barunlad Firebeard. Well, I was. I mean I still am, but not so great ye see... That's why I'd prefer ye call me by my lesser-known name, Bourbon. An' befer ye asks, I ain't no scoundrel. Ye'll get yer gold fer 'elpin me, don't ye worry none about that. I just... can't do it alone. Ye don't even 'ave to shoot anythin'. So if ye would....?"
The allure of gold is tempting...
Something seems strange.