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
visitor
I am a visitor in this land. We have traveled far to find land of our own. Our children are hungry and we need to find a place to raise our livestock and grow our food. The kingdom wants us to pay heavy taxes. We will have to fight to be able to have a place of our own.
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? I neither withhold nor grant, I simply warn of the dangers of your planned actions.