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Jovian
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Kenjir was wandering through the forest with his bow ready as he searched for large game to take home. He was running out of food, since he only hunted every so often, unlike most of the men in his village. He sighed as he thought of the other men. They looked down on him because he built his home a little further out from the village. He liked his privacy. They also mocked him because he only knew how to hunt using a bow and refused to learn how to really fight. He didn't want to admit that it was because, unlike them, he preferred to use his knives, bow, or fists to do all his fighting for him. He raised the bow and narrowed his eyes. One day he would show them.