[it's more of a test than anything, and even if his expression doesn't change, Zihuan has to admit that Quentin has passed it. Proper handling of a sword and respect for its worth, that says a lot. He slides the blade home and nods.]

I prefer the sword but I was trained in archery as well. I haven't practiced in quite some time, though.

[he takes a moment to glance around, particularly at the utter darkness between the trees out in the direction of the middle of nowhwere] ...I can't imagine that the darkness would make shooting anything very easy.