'Thank you!'
I walk out of the weapon smiths workshop with my new bow in hand. It isn't that special, just a wooden recurve bow with a couple of metal bands around it and a smooth sinew string, but it is my bow. The bow I need for my training to become a hunter. I'm sure the hunts master won't be to pleased I bought an off the shelf bow but hey, I still have to learn how to make one, like the arrows I don't even have yet. I do own a quiver but that is about the end of my preparations. Time to see the hunts master.
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The Dragonriders
FantasyA World at war, a village in flames. To grow from nothing, to have nothing... is it possible to become a new person? To forgive past wrongs and forget past pains?
