Thread:Toothy-And-Timid/@comment-32750154-20190111152605/@comment-32750154-20190207014600

???: Go on. Its spirits are calling...

Lockpick: *Slings the quiver of arrows over his shoulder and grips the bow* Here goes... *Yanks it lightly and it comes out completely*

Jelfonzo: How.

Lockpick: *Holds the bow in two hands* It came out... effortlessly.

???: I never thought I'd see the new wielder of the bow... it is yours. I trust you keep it out of untrustworthy hands... see you... *Vanishes* Descendant of Karel...