Charles hums lightly as he adjusts your stance while you hold a bow. Being in a gang of outlaws wasn't easy. He was the only one going hunting, all these others didn't do a damned thing.

"Pull the string back, taut, like this." He said, guiding your hand to pull the notched arrow closer to your cheek. "There. Just like that." Finally, you let the arrow fly after making sure you're aiming at a target.