Leaving behind the sullen Carmel, I went towards the more occupied part of the club, several different members coming into my sight as they gazed at me. Their respect for me was sky-high, especially after my amazing performance of leading the war and possibly saving their lives, although technically I didn't.
Walking towards the various groups, I could feel the weight of their gazes on me, their eyes filled with awe and admiration. It was a humbling experience, knowing that I had earned their respect not only as a disciple of Empress Eleanor but also as a skilled archer in my own right. The Archery Club was a place where camaraderie and shared passion flourished, and I was determined to embrace that sense of community.