Nasas signals the guard, and asks them to drop him to his feet. Once on the ground Nasas sighs and limps over to his gear on the right side of the entrance where he had his stuff laying. He grabs his bow and looks around frantically for his quiver.

'WHAT!!!?? Where's my quiver, oh nevermind'

It was laying under his swords. He picks them up frowning as he sees the tail feathera are scruntched a little bit because of the weight of the swords.

'These might fly funny' he thinks.

~Nasas et Rhezz

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