The ranger just stared. Was he kidding? He was just going to fly? Like it was that simple? He had never seen anyone so strange in his life. Struggling to catch up, the Ranger rubbed at his face, grumbling.<br/><br/>"Okay... we'll put aside how crazy you sound...and pretend that this makes sense. How long can you keep up this... flight... thing? How fast can you put them to sleep? How many at a time can you hit? How long can you keep up the... uh... flight, while also putting them to sleep?"<br/><br/>He took the knife, tested the edge out of habit, then sheathed it with a flick of his wrist. removing the bow, he wrapped it in its protective leather wrap and stowed it along with the empty quiver in the hiding place he'd built, hidden in one of the beams.<br/><br/>"What if you get hit and fall? I need to know you can, and WILL, defend yourself. I'm not sending you out there if there's a chance you wont come back from this."