"I never really even picked up a weapon til I got here. And I still don't, really. Blacksmithing tools are about as close as I get."

Ed lines up his sight, takes a deep breath, and takes his shots. He has some close hits, but nothing prize-worthy. The booth worker hands him a tiny prize for all of his effort, in the form of a small wooden whistle.

"Well. Better than nothing, I guess?"