@emreakbar
With a gruff expression and eyes filled with glee at the possibility of further discovering the island - as if he hadn't already covered a lot of land in general - Adarsh pushed one of the makeshift bows into Emre's hands. "Know how to use this, Akbar?" he asked, adding a few arrows to the mix. "No guns allowed on this trip, too loud." Too loud and too easy to spot, he figured Emre was aware of the man who got killed on one of Adarsh's expeditions into the dangerous areas of the islands. Since then he'd vowed not to take guns into the place.
He gnashed his teeth and his gruff expression turned into a grin. "If you do have a weapon, I'd like you to drop it right here, you can pick it up when we get back, but know I picked you because you don't seem trigger happy." He studied the other. "You have sharp eyes, you're going to need them out there." He threw a backpack over his shoulders and tied the holder with arrows to his hip. "Last chance to turn back."
















