A small shed with an earthen floor, holds two tables upon which rests neatly arrayed wooden boxes, each of which holds a score of newly made arrows. A third table holds several more large boxes, wherein spent and damaged arrows are placed, so any part still serviceable may be harvested. A few worn practice bows hang upon the walls and a small number tools, as well as replacement strings and polishing equipment rests in boxes under the shelves. Another set of neatly arranged boxes contains newly made parts, for the Fletcher to transform into viable arrows. A small wooden chair completes the furnishings.
arrow house, Outside Castle
archer
court jester
I am a living joke! my sould is what flies out of your mouth when something is funny. The king hates me!
Well well well, hey there archer. Don't shoot! Foolish jester! I am certainly not here to shoot you. I was sent on official Royal business to deliver this rare arrow, poisoned by a thousand year old tree. The king is not a fan of me, so I may stay away from your adventures, bowman! He finds me less than amusing, hehe. That is because your bloodline is inferior to that of the King's most trusted couriers, now step aside! You wouldn't hit a man in the nude, would you!? By the Nine Divines! Your indecency has shown me the true value of these pantaloons! They will fetch for a high price at the market!  I think I'll need this then! Fool! You were not supposed to touch the poisoned arrow! And some of it got on my shirt, and now I must take it off!  I'll be dumping this in the river, unless, say, you tell me your greatest joke. I want to make the king laugh once more. Very well, jester. I will teach you the finest joke I have heard of all the lands. From all the battles I have endured, this was the one that I have based my entire life around. "Why did the Jester have to sell his home?" Why don't you tell me?  It's because he is a fool, who lacked liquidity! Now give me back my shirt!