Ivan looked down, biting his lip as he mentally went down the list of things he could do. He wasn't magic or anything, but back in his old village while he was living with his father, he used to pick pockets to help with the costs of food and medicine. He actually got quite good at that indeed. He'd never been caught, to say the least. But would it be a good idea to share that particular talent with the caravan? They might not trust him much if they found out he was a thief. No, he had to think of something else. "I can shoot a bow..." He said uncertainly. He'd gone hunting with his father a couple of times, and had been praised for his excellent aim. He wasn't sure if it was quite as impressive as magic, but it was better than admitting to his feelings of uselessness.