[i]The older man started, pushing off the post of the door frame with a jump from his shoulder, right hand lifting from its position of crossing his chest and held out, apologetically and somewhat embarrassedly. A friendly smile lit his face as he pleaded the man,[/i] "[b]I am sorry, please forgive me. I'd had no intention of interrupting your session, only of watching it. Archery was never much a skill of my own, yet I love to see it wielded by a natural master of it. So, please, unless you wish to speak, don't let me interrupt you in your training.[/b]"