Fires a continuous volley of arrows into the air, raining down in an area around the party.

Prowess with a bow is not a gift that comes attached to a pointed set of ears. It’s a skill that comes from years of practice. The grace of Elven ancestry may make stalking prey easier, but it’s experience that teaches her how to find that prey. Shrouded beneath cloak and leathers, she has no need or desire to be recognized as anything other than someone who can get the job done. If actions speak louder than words, the Hunter screams one thing alone: capable.