>>5289636The elves set up the target—a block of some strange fungus-loaf, this time, mouldy by its colouration. The target is smaller than the last, but also less valuable. The Pit-Guard misses it anyway, cursing aloud.
“It is not that simple,” Olu says. “They have such room! In space like that, with wealth like theirs, small differences grow and bloom like a flower—”
“A what?” the Apprentice interrupts, confused.
“—and they can seem like even bigger gaps that those between truly-distinct races.”
The three Drow take their turns next. They take no time to aim—they lift their bows, notch their arrows, and fire. Each and every one strikes their target nearly dead-centre; the third even splits the arrow of the second, like some hatchling’s tale of a legendary warrior. As they return to their rock, each elf holds their head high… And each gives Paeris in particular a sidelong look of denigration and distrust. The pink-skinned half-elf keeps his own body language neutral, but all your other males fall silent.
“I believe I see,” admits the Pit-Guard.
“Mammals are idiotic,” the Apprentice agrees. “Better for us to conquer, though, huh?”
You take your turn last and, with careful aim, you manage to strike the target as well… Nearly as well as the dark elves.
>+1 rank in Archery; 3 total 