I like to dance. Just me and my bow, twirling in pirouettes across the spongy turf of the forest floor. But there are so many lurkers in this jungle. They constantly chase me about, undoubtedly wishing to lay hands on my lithe form. Foolish brutes! It is no worry: I'll just dance away, and let the magic of my freezing arrows leave them shivering in my wake. And then I will dance alone once again.