Rave had slowly wandered by the lake, and found the haybales he always used to use for target practice. Recently he'd been laying off on his archery, sleeping most days instead of actually doing anything, so he decided it'd be good to get back into a routine.
Taking out his old bow and reaching into his quiver for an arrow, he brought up a shot, and let out a deep breath before letting loose. The target board in the center of one of the bales barely got hit, the arrow only just lodging itself into the outer ring.
"Damn, guess I do need the practice..." he muttered to himself.
Taking out his old bow and reaching into his quiver for an arrow, he brought up a shot, and let out a deep breath before letting loose. The target board in the center of one of the bales barely got hit, the arrow only just lodging itself into the outer ring.
"Damn, guess I do need the practice..." he muttered to himself.