When I was younger, I knew what I wanted with greater confidence.
I remember wanting a steadying hand brace for using a bow and arrow.
Something to steady my nerves and let me strike with surety.
I crafted the brace with mithrl and was happy with it.
After doubling my years alive and regarding diplomacy, a more useful tool than my skill with a bow.
One day I was visiting a small kingdom of humans, and a minor battle broke out with a neighboring group.
The humans were struck with mortal wounds.
The speed and accuracy of my own arrows slew all the attackers. The dispatch of deadly arrows was not something I had intended.
It should have been simple for me to heal the humans. I was invested with that kingdom.
The battle left me drained.
I had no internal aura to help with the wounds.
I informed the surviving families.
Just whispers followed my heels, "Himself, he saved."
If I had not been there, those raiders might have killed others. I never used that brace again, sad that my youth had been unwise.