Snippet #972817

Arrow chuckled, taking the hand with a returned smile. "An honour to meet you, Lady Kazagrim." he replied, "And I assume that you refer to this dragon slaying business? For that is indeed my reason for being here." The archer nodded slowly, "A perilous business if ever there was, but I must admit to being fond of that sort of thing. Most here will be, I think, or perhaps overly desperate for the reward. I cannot imagine setting forth on such a quest for naught but monetary reward, it seems somewhat too dangerous for such a thing to me."

With a whimsical shake of his head, Arrow smiled. "But for the thrill? Well, that would not be possible in a less dangerous scenario, whilst the money might be otherwise obtainable." He turned, looking to the blacksmith and the man he was walking with idly, "It has been a while since I visited a smithy, most often I only come here for repairs should they be required. I have not purchased a new weapon for several months -- something which speaks of quality, I think." Arrow gestured to the sword at his hip, and the bow upon his back. "You'll know better than I, of course, but these weapons have served me well. My bow itself has been with me for many years, re-stringed many times, but never replaced."

The archer glanced up at the palace, prominent upon a hill in the centre of the city. "I would have thought that this king would first turn to his own knights, myself, but alas, perhaps they are all caught up elsewhere, or in defending the city itself. What are your thoughts upon his unorthodox decision to allow all comers to ask a place, regardless of race or faction? I have my doubts about many of the wasteland races, and the drow. Most would not answer such a call, but some... ah, you can never be certain. And I suppose against such a being as Shard, all are united." Arrow shrugged. "But indeed, what are your own views?"