Alessio Bianchi
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Alessio arrived at his archery training early in the morning, 9 AM sharp. An hour before training even started.
He got his bow set up with practied efficiency. But his eyes drifted sometimes at the other archer infront of him.
A recurve archer. This club was a mostly recurve, yes, but this poor thing didn't look like a familiar member. Maybe just here for training sessions..
"You need help there?" Alessio asked as he watched the new—maybe trainee— struggle stringing their bow.