>>6158320Thank you good sir, I am glad to be back. Unfortunately your choice was not the most popular but it was most wise.
>>6158105>>6158263You thought about trying to recruit some lads elsewhere but barbaric customs were still customs and you declared.
-Allright we will see what you are worth. Give them some training spears and shields and see what they are worth my good lads.
The women thanked you with gratitude. And while it was done you looked at the Guelph and told.
-You are silent Guelph, why did you want to join ? Is it the loss of a family member ?
The Guelph lady answered with an air of disdain.
-I have been an archer in the militia of lord Vetel a century ago and served him well. Give me a bow and you will see.
You found it laughable, a bow, you answered.
-With your small arms there is no way that you could draw a longbow.
There were laughs by some men and she snapped back.
-We elves are stronger than we look.
You answered, quite amused.
-Give her one of the old bows of the guard.
Those were not as big as longbows but you were sure that she could not draw them still. You then ordered to see what the recruits were worth and the results were... Predictable. None of the women, even with all their grief, was worth something, the strange hairy scotto-italian was at least strong enough to hold even if he was inexperienced though and so you let him stay on the guard. But as for the Guelph. It was even more amusing. She tried to use her bow and held it like someone who had used one before. But she could not pull it strong enough, you could see that she tried but it was not useful. Soldiers and villagers began to snicker and she was becoming red. After several minutes you had enough of this comedy and ordered.
-If someone cannot pull a bow it cannot be an archer.
-But it's unfair ! This bow is not normal ! I can pull it normally...
-Yes yes yes... Go back to your home with the rest.
She cursed in her tongue and pointed at your valorous Ancel.
-He ! He has a short bow. Let me use it, and I shall prove that I am the best archer of this village.
You sighed, and Ancel had a short bow, she could try. He saw that you looked at him, and tried to look scandalised. You wondered what he was doing, some people spoke of petty theft in the village and you supposed that it was him, perhaps he deserved to have his bow borrowed to prove a point. You told.
>Allright, Ancel, give her your bow and some arrows, let us see what she is worth.>Who needs a soldier who cannot fire a warbow ? You are to fight armoured ennemies, not pheasants or rabbits, no matter your precision. Go back to your home, guelph.>Other (write in) 