"Eh, I don't see too many archers around here, and if your neighbors get you to hunt you've got to be a shot. Might be worth trying your luck, hitting a target and getting a winner's purse is a damn fine way to come out ahead of a free meal." He said, haphazardly straying between an attempt to reassure and agreement. Karl felt that he might have stumbled onto a bad subject, wasn't that a fresh turn. It showed on the other man's face, and Leid might have been inflating his own ability to say in his words as well. Turning away from it was probably the best option, easy too because the man had little love for the lengthy affairs that tournaments tended to be. Whether it was putting arrows into hay or putting wooden lances into armored men, which, in passing, seemed a very sinister graduation of events. "Well, do what gives you joy, that's the way to live," he said, raising his glass in a playful mock toast. "A weapon's always a good trade to know though. 'Realm never stops looking for young folk willing to throw away their lives for king, country, and the king's silver."