Fenna filled Mackensie in about the trip to the church, which hadn't yielded many results. The food was good, which she said to MacKensie when she asked about it and turned to Frederick to ask for ale, which she promptly received. This was actually her first time eating tacos. She knew they existed, but she had never made them before, nor had she been served tacos before. It was impossible to say how close they were to the real thing, but the taste was good.

After eating she remained at the bar to drink her ale and answered questions from Frederick about where she and her party had come from - she just told him they came from far away as she didn't feel the need to explain everything about Earth and the mysteries surrounding their arrival here - and listened to him talking about growing up in this city, inheriting this place from his grandfather, and how he had done some adventures in his younger years but was quite happy with his current life. 

Then Adam came to say he would leave and MacKensie insisted on joining him.
"See you later," Fenna returned the greeting when MacKensie and Adam left them. "Be careful."

After this she went to her room to slip back into her ranger gear, carefully folding her new clothes and putting them in her bag. She wrapped her arrows and unstrung bow in the cloth case and hung it on her back. This way she could carry it with the least hindrance; with her spear, she didn't need to rely on a quick draw with her bow - her intention was to bring it out when needed, for hunting or maybe a mission in which she knew beforehand she'd need the bow. It was a weapon she hadn't used yet, as she had relied on her spear and daggers so far, but with the upcoming quest she needed to get some practice with her bow as well.

Fenna followed the instructions of the gardener and was able to find the shooting range. Most of the gathered people were guards, but Fenna saw a couple of hands with crystals wielding bows, those had to be adventurers honing their skills. She was assigned a target she had to share with some others who wanted to practice and chatted with the guards while waiting for her turn. 

The first few arrows hit the target, but none hit the centre. When it was her turn again she inhaled, lifted her bow and aimed, taking a moment longer this time. As she concentrated for a couple of seconds, the target seemed to get bigger even though it remained the same size, and she saw it sharper. It was a strange sensation, but she knew she couldn't miss and released the arrow. It pierced the air and hit the target in the centre. She exhaled and smiled when the guards around her complimented her with her sharp shot.