"Does anyone in the city make such weapons?" she asks, more wistful than hopeful. She doubts she'd be able to find anything close to her old bow, but it would be nice to have something. Elsewise she'll get out of practice. Maybe it'd be unseemly to walk around with a bow at hand, but an unstrung longbow doesn't look like much more than a stick to folk unaccustomed to such sights. Surely no one would mind her practicing in the woods or somesuch, away from the city proper.
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