There were no apparent signs of magic or altering to the weapon, though there were some runes etched into it. The bow and string were in prime condition and were both very strong. The arrows, too, had no signs of magic to them at all. They were just mundane normal arrows. "See," he asked. "The runes spell out your name, actually," he said giving a sheepish smile. "I'd meant to give these to you as a gift, anyway... They were meant to be yours. That's why I didn't enchant them. The only magic that has touched that bow and quiver of arrows has been the shrinking spell to carry them. It's...payment for whatever you were supposed to give me for my lair..."