For what was not quite the first time, Eamon was second-guessing his decisions. 

For one, he hated being lined up like this; they weren't livestock. One can not assume which are the strongest of a group by lining them up and analyzing their [i]appearance[/i]. He didn't like being analyzed to begin with, but how were they to tell what a possible student's aspirations & strengths were? How were they to know if they had poor work ethics? 

Which led to the question, [i]what [b]was[/b] he doing here?[/i] He didn't have a skill set, nor good work ethics, nor any aspirations aside bringing food and shelter and safety back with him when he returned home. His personality was designed for a dinner party--talkative and friendly, sure, but what did that amount to? He was too scrawny to fight, too lazy to think, and too easily distracted to ever [i]dream[/i] of notching an arrow. He wasn't sure if he was good at anything but mooching and talking, really.

Still, the [i]vagabond[/i] smiled as sincerely as he could. Maybe grinning would make up for a severe lack of talent.