Answer:
Holding two swords and eight spears. Dressed in a cow-leather tunic. He peeks through a hole in the door.
I'm a bird that can repeat the words you say. What am I?
From that which comes within itself, It builds its table on my shelf.
When I'm metal or wood, I help you get home. When I'm flesh and I'm blood. In the darkness I roam.
Creeping on its belly, curled into a ring. Eyes forever open, beware its lethal sting
How do you know if a sniper likes you?