"Who?" Brin bites her lip as she thinks hard, muttering a low prayer to help jog her memory. It's hard to say whether it's actually Pharasma whispering in ehr ear, or just the calming influence of the ritual, but she does finally recall a few scraps of information about that name.

"Oh, the archer?" She says, trying to hide the touch of jealousy in her voice. The rumors of her skill with the bow had to be exaggerated, clearly. Hitting a rabbit's eye at that range was just a matter of luck. Brin could totally do it if she had enough rabbits. Probably. "Never met her."