2032. Greatest Arrow Yet
Gil's laughter as he heard every word from Walker made him very excited. He had already started to dig out parts of arrows he wanted to use. The light affinity materials were being dismantled very quickly.
The skills that Gil had gained and used throughout his arrow making experiments were all related to him being an arcane archer. Beyond that they were also related to how he lived.
He was a part pure blood elf. It meant that with that high elf blood, he had gained some of the basic feelings of arrow making that connected the species to this style of fighting.
While that would sound odd to many people, it was true. Every race felt that they were great at something. For the dwarves, generations had forged. They had crafted. They had been more than good with their hands when it came to creating things. It had branched out over time.