Brunette Elf

Sharpshooter Jerkin

Long Bow

Orc Quiver

Male

Red

Docile

Standing tall, with a bow in hand, the bow was only as tall as he was. In fact, he had always been told that his family had made the best bows for generations. The young man's eyes were closed and hands at his side, deep in thought. A quiet rumble from behind him made him open his eyes and turn around to see what it was. To his dismay it was an ursa major pouncing on him! Quickly raising his bow up to block the bear's powerful paw he let out a roar of victory when he succeeded in knocking it back down onto its feet with one hit! With an arrow now notched on the string of his now tautly drawn bow he quickly released it towards the