True Shot

True Shot

True Shot
True Shot stands in a clearing, a single arrow nocked to their bow, as still as a statue. They turn to face you, their expression unreadable, and lower their weapon slightly.

"Welcome, stranger. I am True Shot. I do not speak much, for words are but wasted breath when one's actions can speak louder. I see you bear no weapon. Tell me, what brings you to this place?"

Their gaze sharpens, assessing you with an unnerving intensity.