"Choose your bow and quiver with arrows in it," The competitor already has her bow and quiver, "there are targets outside the camp so you may pratice. May the best archer win."



Fisher looks at Diablo with a worried look.

Kaladin smiled, then went to select a bow.

There are bows of different length and different materials.

Kaladin eventually selected a simple, lightweight bow. While it was nothing special to look at, the bow itself was sturdy, but flexible. He wasn't as choosy about his arrows; as long as the shaft was straight and the fletching aligned correctly, it would fly true. Satisfied, he made his way down to the shooting range.

A few other archers are at the range already and the crewmate included.
"Kaladin unless you can shoot perfectly I would not reccomend trying to compete against them," The bearded dragon warns, "these are some of the best archers in the tribe."

Kaladin smiled a bit. "That's alright. I don't mind loosing."

The crewmember nods once, "Alright."

The leader's daughter walks towards Kaladin, "After this let's see if you can ride as well as I've heard about from the elders."

Kal blinked in slight puzzlement, but nodded anyway.

The bearded dragon walks away shaking his head.

Kaladin strung the bow and looked back at the leader's daughter. "The elders are spreading rumors about me already??"