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
visitor
archer
I am often employed to be a soldier in someone's army. I am a very good show with my bow and arrow. I like the heat of battle.
What are you doing in the arrow house, visitor? This is no place for civilians! Understood, sir. Of course, I just need a place to sleep for the night.  Well the arrow house is no place for that. Us archers can be quite jumpy, you're liable to catch a field point to the knee! No, sir, of course not. Perhaps I can enlist?...temporarily? Can ye hit a target? You tell me! Well you were looking for a place to sleep, this may be your final rest friend. Come now, come now, it's all in good fun! Scoundril! How dare you come in here and attack me like this. I've got half a mind to impale you with my arrow. Look, I'm a natural born fighter. The taxes are too great, and frankly I'm starving. I'm doing what I must.  Violence is reserved for the realms enemies friend. Is withholding a decent night's sleep not a form of violence, archer?