Taking the bow in his hands, he tests the string and bow stand. "I do not recognize this wood, its not earthly I know that much, much to strong and flexible for any of those down there." He points out. He sets the curve on his legs and he start to bend it with all of his strength but the wood never fractures and eventually he isn't strong enough to bend it past a certain point. "This indeed a fine weapon, but not any worse then mine in your hands." He hands the bow back then goes back to his original topic, "Now the dagger, you seem overly protective of it, is it an heirloom of some kind, may be one from your time on earth or a family in Heaven?"