"So after that the fletching goes on next." He reached over, pulling out a clay bowl full of black feathers. So that's why he saved those feathers from the boar. Interesting, in a disturbing sort of way. I suppose everything really does have its uses. She felt sorry as the memory of her attitude from last night flooded her mind. "I've got these ready to go as well, usually you have to split'em apart, an' dig'em out.