[A video, likely recorded by Rita.
"Alright Simon, the camera is up and running!" For a moment the ground is visible, before the camera shakes and centers on the full form of Simon.
He is a tall man of at least six feet with tan skin, rather thin, and dark brown hair and a beard poke out under a beige hood. His eyes are free to see, revealing them to be somewhat milky and with thin scars crossing the lids about midway through. His blindness is not a result of chance. His clothes seem a bit cobbled together, and he is barefoot aside from tightly wrapped bands around his feet and shin. In his left hand is a bow that seems to be made of metal and could just as well work as a sword if it was to fold up. In his right, he twirls a silver arrow. His face is turned into a lazy grin.
"Excellent. It has been a while since I have gotten to do archery. Now, do step back a little. I know how to aim, but ricochet isn't fun. Best not stick a quicksilver arrow into you, hm?" At his words, Rita skitters back, settling in a way that nicely shows both Simon and his targets.
He calmly nocks his arrow, then draws the string back. It's easily visibly how his muscles ripple, revealing just how much draw weight the bow sports. After a moment, the arms on the bow flex backwards. Then, a thunderous noise as the string twangs and the arrow soars. It practically punches into the target, nearly exiting on the other side.
"YO!" Rita's voice is loud. "That nearly punched through this, Simon!"
"So I've noticed! I need to dial back a little, it seems." He seems to have procured another arrow, drawing it back already. This time, the noise isn't nearly as loud and the arms don't flex nearly as much. The arrow still remains sticking in rather far. "I don't think your targets are made to accommodate my bow," he calls, voice full of mirth. Despite that, he happily draws back more arrows, at times doing trick shots on request.
Clearly, despite lacking good eye sight, Simon is a very competent archer.]
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