His fated him
Everyone silently watches us.
“Sorry what?”
“What sob story did you tell him? That you don’t have enough food for the month??”
I sigh. This stupid system really has to go.
“Who else is your best archer, not Declan, someone who I haven’t spoken to yet.”
She blinks at me, quickly recovers, chin in the air, she crosses her arms defiantly.
“We have plenty of fine archers.”
“Good, we have me. Best out of ten, no. Twenty.”