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"You'd be surprised how many things make good pincushions," the ranger shouted back. "But I hear a wizard also makes good entertainment. Come, show these people some sleight of hand!"
It was not the overal merryment of the crowd which caused the comment. The archer wanted to find out just how far he could go with his partymembers, and he knew asking a mage to preform tricks like an ordinary bard was stretching it. But if the man felt insulted, he would have a perfect excuse.
Though these people might appreciate the arts of combat more than those of magic, he thought. He would gladly show these people some more, but good arrows, simple as they were, were costly. And the elf doubted there would be a decent fletcher around anytime soon.
But he had enough arrows for now, and if they ran into any trouble at all, trouble would likely carry a quiver or two of it's own. So far though, their journey had been rather peaceful.
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