My trade, outlander? I throw shit. No, not literally like an ape. But sometimes I do go ape shit. Ever since I was a young'un, I like to throw shit. Knives. Swords. I even threw a few chairs across the room at some bitch that clearly needed some dental work. Probably needed more dental work after that incidence.

One time, I was having a good time at the Incenfar tavern. Admittedly, I was probably pounding back a few more Fire Whiskey than I probably should've. But so there I was, drunk as fuck, boasting about my throwing skills.

Now, some fucking asshole decided it would be funny to say some shit about how I'm probably prone to throwing temper tantrums as well. Oh, them's fightin' words.

I remember thinking to myself, that I should just let it go, Then I thought, "Fuck that! I'm gonna teach this bitch a lesson!". So I slid my hand down my sleeve, grabbed a dart, and threw it at the mother fucker!

Bullseye! Nailed that prick right in the jugular! What a spectacle, especially considering that I was fuckin' right pissed! The prick was probably going to apologise, but it was right hard to hear anything. You know, over the blood spray and his gasping for air.

I did a bit of time in the slammer for it, but whatever. At least now, if someone gets in face, I can remind them that I once killed a man in Icenfar, just to watch him die!

After some time, I felt really bad about the whole thing. So I gave up the darts, and took up throwing axes. Wouldn't you know it? History repeats itself. Killed a guy with a throwing axe, and did more time in gaol. Felt guilty about that, and gave up throwing axes.

But then, I had another "Ooops!". With shurikens. And then with a short bow. And a longbow.

So all that time behind bars really gave some time to think about why this keeps happening. Still not quite sure. So I figured I'd try mastering a sling. Hey, what could possibly go wrong with something as simple as a sling?

Apparently, a lot. Some tavern. Some drinks. Some deaths.

So, I did even more time in gaol. Some, have told me that my problem is the drink. No it's not! I just have a very bad streak of luck when it comes to being able to hurl objects. But this time, I have it all figured out. I bought a nice crossbow. Now, I don't need to put any of my own strength into hurling projectiles. I'm smart like that. Nothing can go wrong this time.