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[b]Four hundred pounds?![/b]
Indeed, it seemed money was the greatest medicine of them all. Looking at rick and grinning, as if his headache had all but vanished, Marcus turned back to him. "Well... when you put it like that..." He began looking around, and noticed the place where he had been transported to, his bow still lying on the ground, somehow the only extra object that traveled with him... however he got here. He ran and scooped it up, wary of whatever was attacking, and running back to Rick. He held the bow with a certain familiarity, as if he had always had it all of his life - and he had. "We'll discuss the type of metal after we make sure we survive... Those better be avoirdupois pounds..." The bow he held was made of a white wood, with strange carvings into it, the fibers of the string made out of a strange rainbow-color hair.