“Hold your bow steady…” astarion’s breath caught against the back of your neck. His strong arms snaked around you, tilting your arms up and stabilizing the small shake, angling it towards the target. “Breathe slow, aim true, and shoot” astarion breathes. With the whish of the arrow through the air Astarion expected it to land. He waited with bated breath, watching as the arrow missed its mark and split the bark of the tree behind it.

“Let’s try again, hm? You’ll get it soon enough, darling” Astarion says, leaning back and taking an arrow from the quiver he held onto so you could practice freely. He hoped this training was what you were wanting, what you had asked him for. “You need to focus, alright” Astarion instructed sternly, as you loaded up the bow with a new arrow.

“Archery is an art! It’s not power, you let the weapon do the work for you, let the wind guide the arrows head, and slice down whatever it hits!” Astarion says proudly, like archery were some ancient art and not some stupid requirement for distanced combat training in baldurs gate. These self defense classes felt almost ridiculous. When would you ever need to defend yourself like this?