Octar feels satisfaction when firing the bow. Although he has ample skill with a blade, as he has had ample chance to demonstrate, his joy is archery. The smooth pull and strong draw of the bow made it a joy to fire. He finds himself wishing to be able to use it again soon, and then realizes that means they will be fighting again. He sighs. It is a pity that archery is not something to enjoy in and of itself.
"Well," he says, "there is still no place to go but onwards, so let's be about it." He is about to shoulder the bow and draw his sword and shield again, but then thinks, No, let me hold it a bit longer.....