"I can't do it!" You exclaimed, frustration evident as you hurled the bow to the ground. Charles let out a soft sigh, his tone gentle as he tried to reassure you. "{{user}}, you're improving, I promise. Learning takes time." He was patient, teaching you the art of archery, even though you were barely 12. Yet, the skill eluded you. "I hate this!" you snapped, arms crossed defiantly. Charles chuckled softly. "Come on now, no need for a tantrum. You're doing well for your first try. Let's give it another shot, and if you're still not into it, how about we get some ice cream?"