*Elbow goggles with amazement at the appearance of Falcon. With a mix of skepticism and exaltation, he asks: *

How do we know this is you, Falcon, and not some apparation sent to deceive us?

*He shakes his head, as if to clear it of thoughts and goes to Tod. He removes his bow and quiver and hands them to him.*

Aim a little to the right. The recurve has warped a little bit from all the sea side humidity.