"Ah..." Gareth secured from the table a helping of mutton to consume, and he did so. He needed the sustenance. When he chewed it to nothing, the half-elf spoke again. "No, I, um, am afraid not. I've never competed in any event of archery." His face looked concerned as he fell into thought again. Harker didn't know what the tournament entailed, however even if he did, he believed he wouldn't perform well even if he tried. He grabbed another plum nervously. He supposed it would be fun to try and compete, but moreover the idea of poor performance troubled him and he felt discouraged. "I don't feel I'm the right kind of material for it..."