"Tch. Why you little..." Pylia just shook her head at your pun, playfully punching you on the shoulder. The group follows you to the fletcher's shop, where inside the place looked cleared out. There were barely any products on the service floor and deep gash marks in the walls and pillars. Frankly if it weren't for the sign outside, you wouldn't even be certain if this place sold anything at all. A young woman was inside with a knife and a few bundles of sticks. She hears the group coming in and doesn't even look away from her work. "We're closed. No bows or arrows here. If you're here to deliver you'll have to wait till my pa comes back." With a few swipes of her knife she makes a perfectly straight and narrow arrow shaft, then gently placing it in a pile next to her. She had to have had a least a hundred shafts done by the time you had gotten here.