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Durbar slipped into a trance. He was completely focused on his target. He heard no noise other than the singing of his bow, the arrows whispering as they flew through the air and the target yelping as Durbar conducted his symphony. The music came to a halt as the range master yelled for a ceasefire. The archers lowered their bows and looked down range at their targets to gauge their success. All the archers fired five arrows, but the young woodsman got off nearly twenty. He, in fact, ran out of arrows, or he may have fired more. Even more impressive was that all his shots hit the innermost circle. Everyone there was looking around as if to confirm with each other what they just witnessed. Durbar, however, had yet to break his concentration from the target.