Lady Sylvanas Windrunner rolls 45 (1-100).

[laments]

What nonsense.

Truly this is the castle's poor attempt at humor. Those who fail to see such a thing should truly be deemed a fool.

[DEM LOBSTERS. Another pause, and then...]

Perhaps I shall try my hand at turning my bow on something other than those hideous creatures.

[Speaking of which.]

How many of you reside in this castle? I do wish to know of those who are truly skilled in the fine discipline of archery.

[An ear flicks in annoyance. When will this hideous music stop?!]

Comments

[direwolfbastard]

My training began when I was but a boy of 8, and has continued even as I command the Watch. What I may lack in years of experience, I make up for in the field. Though I'll admit, my strength lies with the sword, all men of the Watch are required to gain at least a workable knowledge of the bow, if not a mastery.

[laments]

Eight? You sound considerably older than such a youthful age. [A pause, considering.] Your Watch seems to share the same principles as some facets of the ranger groups I am familiar with. Skill with a blade is essential, yes, considering the finite nature of a bow's ammunition.

[direwolfbastard]

Oh, I'm eighteen, my lady. I joined the Night's Watch when I came of age at sixteen.

I spoke to another of rangers not long ago. Alleria, she called herself. There seem to be many similarities to the Night's Watch of my world, and the rangers...I'm assuming of yours. I have to admit, this brings me a comfort, in such a place as this.