Ero was never one for the bow. His likeness to it was from reading stories late at night
while the rest of the mason's guild was asleep. He'd read about heroes with eyes like
eagles who could hit an enemy from a mile away without looking. He wanted to be that,
but all he knew was how to fix old buildings and make new ones, he needed practice.

So on late nights despite rain or thunder, he would attempt to practice. However he
never got the hang of keeping the arrows in the quiver or shooting in a straight line.
Who knows, maybe he'll find a way to succeed in being everyone's hero.


Art by  lemondragon19