[Amen to that, thinks Whitey! He even grunts approvingly as he gets up and leaves Richard's side to join Root. Fine, fine. Richard, too, gets up from the ground and walks up to the woman. He reaches out for the bow and arrow casket that both are placed on the make-shift table nearby.]

Everyone has their part to play in the world. Humans are bound by their predestined fates set by the divine. [That is the belief Richard had been raised around. All that they could is pray and submit to God's will, play the good Christian and your sins will be forgiven as you enter the Eternal Kingdom. And well, it's not like he didn't believe that as well, but he had a long time ago counted himself out of it. Saint Peter won't call his name.]

Do you have any prior experience with archery?