[He nods, taking an arrow out of his quiver. He already picked the target, so now it's just making the hit. If only his hands would remain steady as he drew back his bow. The muscle memory was clearly not quite there from lack of practice. It's just a practice shot, see where he is, that's all, no pressure. When he lets the arrow loose, it just scraps the tree...which is better than missing it entirely, what he was really worried about.]
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