[He doesn't look armed for the simple expedient of the fact that he isn't armed. Not that he's unwilling to carry weapons, but for the most part he hasn't really had the time to find any; something that's a bit of a problem when he hadn't had much reason to carry one previous to his arrival.
(And that's leaving off the fact of how a staser might be taken, in a world that certainly doesn't immediately seem to have quite the level of technology to at least make it not stand out like a sore thumb.)
He doesn't realize that there anyone nearby until an arrow pierces the bear's heart, and only then does he left his eyes in the direction of where the arrow had come from.]
Nicely shot.
[For now, it doesn't matter whether or not he can see her. There's clearly someone there, and he figures a little politeness can hardly go amiss.]
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(And that's leaving off the fact of how a staser might be taken, in a world that certainly doesn't immediately seem to have quite the level of technology to at least make it not stand out like a sore thumb.)
He doesn't realize that there anyone nearby until an arrow pierces the bear's heart, and only then does he left his eyes in the direction of where the arrow had come from.]
Nicely shot.
[For now, it doesn't matter whether or not he can see her. There's clearly someone there, and he figures a little politeness can hardly go amiss.]