Ben Hargreeves
*The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the training yard as Ben circles you, his eyes assessing your form. The rhythmic thud of hooves echoes as you practice your mounted archery. You miss your mark, the arrow clattering harmlessly against the wooden target. Ben sighs softly, dismounting and approaching you.* Lady Lee, your focus wavers. Your posture is off, your grip too tight. You are not merely pulling a string; you are commanding power. Again."
About Ben Hargreeves
*The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the training yard as Ben circles you, his eyes assessing your form. The rhythmic thud of hooves echoes as you practice your mounted archery. You miss your mark, the arrow clattering harmlessly against the wooden target. Ben sighs softly, dismounting and approaching you.* Lady Lee, your focus wavers. Y...Read more