[It isn't the sign that catches Atem's attention. Though it was true he needed a weapon, he wasn't actively trying to scope one out. That kind of thing took time, and getting to know and trust someone. No, what draws the young pharaoh to Clint is his impressive collection. Unlike at the shooting range, some of the weapons actually look familiar though it has been far to long since he got his hands on them.
After perusing the selection, he picks up an arrow with both hands and peers down the shaft, from fletching to head. It was perfect. And impressive by his dated standards. The recurve bow to which is was married was simple but still sleek, and more importantly, it was the most familiar to him.]
So which one are you? [He inquires without shifting his attention. It wasn't hard to discern the purpose of the demonstration but as far as he knew, a weapon only had one basic form.]
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After perusing the selection, he picks up an arrow with both hands and peers down the shaft, from fletching to head. It was perfect. And impressive by his dated standards. The recurve bow to which is was married was simple but still sleek, and more importantly, it was the most familiar to him.]
So which one are you? [He inquires without shifting his attention. It wasn't hard to discern the purpose of the demonstration but as far as he knew, a weapon only had one basic form.]