(06-29-2014, 12:57 PM)Oscare Wrote: "Obviously my bow. Duh. What kind of bowman is one without his trusty bow? Nothing or no one can ever match the value of my bow to me. At least, not yet.""Surely, there must be something more than a long wooden carved thing." The Highlander tapped on her wine glass with a fingernail. "Although... a bow is my preferred weapon as well. Curved and lean. A stroke of a fingertip can make it sing. But that answer still bores me. Come now, handsome. 'fess up. After you set your bow aside, what else?"
