The elf had been dead when we found him. I couldn't make heads nor tails of the sticks of wood, and bits of feathers, but she figured it out. I laughed at her efforts to make it work, and then, when she did, I was astounded at how rapidly she could bring down the prey. And at the distance she could strike at. Made me wonder what I was doing still carrying that spear.

The tin breastplate though, well, I could understand the need, but it was a darned shame....