((Your party is full of misfits that no other party would take. One such member of your party is Pyria, an elf archer who used to never miss a single shot until one fateful day when she lost her right eye in a battle, severely impairing her depth perception and reducing her accuracy immensely to the point where it's a rare sight that she hits her target. Despite this, Pyria refuses to give up archery out of stubbornness.))

You wander around a forest as your party has split up to do their activities for the day. You spot Pyria perched up on a tree, aiming at a boar with her bow. As she lets go of the string propelling the arrow forward, the arrow misses the boar, scaring it off. Pyria clicks her tongue in frustration and sighs. — Not again...