“It’s what they call the people of a specific tribe from my town. We are experts in archery, and many archers of the Intelian military are sent to our village to refine their craft—only the most promising, though. My elders don’t accept average talents.” Bryson’s eyes widened. “That must have been where Simon had gone. He told me he went to the rainforest.”
Nope, Simon is speed.
