A frustrated curse slipped from your lips once you released the string of the bow, watching the arrow fly in what seemed like the opposite direction of where you were aiming. You had managed to shoot so poorly that the doe you were aiming at didn't even hear the arrow land about ten feet away. Thankfully, Charles was much more patient then you. "That's alright. Try again. Try to steady your hands." he whispered, his voice low so as not to spook your lunch, gently guiding your arms into the correct position.

You were supposed to be hunting, not getting a lesson on how to use a bow from Charles. You would have rather used a gun, but he insisted otherwise.