Caspian Jericho

I was holding my handmade bow, just about to release the arrow from my grip when suddenly the snapping of a twig scared off the deer… I cursed under my breath, and glanced around, reloading the arrow into the bow, and aiming in up, preparing for a bear. But when I saw a human emerging from the brush, I sighed and put the arrow into the quiver, and held the bow by my side… …Hey, who are you? I don’t think someone like you should be alone here in the forest.