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"Um. Well..."
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"I dunno! It's yer dream, not mine. Yer goals. I don'r know what they are and right now I don't much care. Let's say ya can't get stronger, fer whatever reason. Will ya just give up? Or will ya figure somethin' out and make it work with the things yer good at?"Taken by an impulse she couldn't explain, Grifen grabbed the end of her left sleeve in her right hand and pulled the sleeve back. Her revealed left elbow was scarred and twisted, bumpy with mis-formed bones.

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"I wanted to be a strong archer and defend people like my pa, but then this happened. Now I can barely pull a normal bow at all, and those huge bows Efa uses would snap this stupid thing like a twig! D'ya think I just gave up? Heck no! I had Uncle Rufus teach me how to use crossbows instead, and even though it ain't nearly the same thing it lets me help my friends! I'll never be a strong archer, but as long as I can be brave I'll still make my pa proud." She let the sleeve fall back into place.

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"So you know more about pickin' locks or stealin' gold or whatever than I do. So tell me: how can those things help make yer dreams come true? Use that brain of yers and figure it out."