What is even happening... Alright, they can't hear him if he speaks. That leaves a pretty obvious sign to try correspondence with this mystery archer. He just needs a—
"Ah," Childermass looks down at his other hand, now holding a quill pen. That makes about as much sense as the arrow so he doesn't really dwell on it. He'll turn the first note over and write 'WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?'
And what? It's not as though he can hand it to them? He stares down at the note for a bit, then at the arrow.
"But I don't have a bow," he mutters, running into the same ridiculous dilemma as he did previously and not even realizing it. Does he just throw it? Well, yes, he'll do that. He'll chuck the damn thing back the way it came.
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"Ah," Childermass looks down at his other hand, now holding a quill pen. That makes about as much sense as the arrow so he doesn't really dwell on it. He'll turn the first note over and write 'WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?'
And what? It's not as though he can hand it to them? He stares down at the note for a bit, then at the arrow.
"But I don't have a bow," he mutters, running into the same ridiculous dilemma as he did previously and not even realizing it. Does he just throw it? Well, yes, he'll do that. He'll chuck the damn thing back the way it came.