Ah. They're called humans on some worlds. My mother was one.
[Vax, it happens, is a half-elf. He shrugs his shoulders -- and then tenses at the bow. He could use a bow, of course... but never as well as his sister. And never one this large. He hesitates a moment longer, before he nods.]
Hn. I was never very good with these things.
[He takes the bow anyways, and readies an arrow. Unfortunately, he is now a Dragoon -- not a Ranger. So when he draws back and fires...
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[Vax, it happens, is a half-elf. He shrugs his shoulders -- and then tenses at the bow. He could use a bow, of course... but never as well as his sister. And never one this large. He hesitates a moment longer, before he nods.]
Hn. I was never very good with these things.
[He takes the bow anyways, and readies an arrow. Unfortunately, he is now a Dragoon -- not a Ranger. So when he draws back and fires...
...well, it hits the ground next to the target.
Vax sighs.]