Korren pulled back the strings of his bow, letting the arrow shoot onto a tree from nearly fifty feet away. The arrow became dull and was practically torn to shreds from overuse.

Korren was a simple man-- he lived alone in a small cabin alongside a small forest, spending majority of his time practicing archery or foraging ingredients for his next meal. He was alone and poor, and he was alright with it.

As he retrieved his whittled arrow, Korren never would've thought that he wasn't alone here.