[ Claude doesn't mind handing over his bow. It's a fairly rudimentary weapon; one that he'd had to make himself from harvesting branches and linen. It's not designed to last long, lacking the craftsmanship of a master, but it suits his purpose for now. At least he's not entirely vulnerable while wandering these woods.
Eventually he'll try soulforging something a little more exquisite. ]
Are you going to shoot every bird in these woods?
[ He gives Set an arrow too—just one—before stepping out of his way and toward the bodies. ]
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Eventually he'll try soulforging something a little more exquisite. ]
Are you going to shoot every bird in these woods?
[ He gives Set an arrow too—just one—before stepping out of his way and toward the bodies. ]
How will you dig the graves, your hands?