Myrunue looked at Holly with hawk-like eyes, then she slipped a smile. She shot a glance over at Arngrim as her hand rested on Holly's shoulder in turn, matching her more intimate grazing. She seemed to have a sense of satisfaction at that, her eyes glaring at the halfling in an effort to make him jealous.<br/><br/>She smiled at Holly, "Of course." The knight turned around, presenting her intricate braids to the other woman. She sat down in front of her, facing Arngrim with a wicked smile that the elf could not see.<br/><br/>"It's made of steel." Myrunue said, nodding to her bow, "-and the wire is steel cable. A lost art, eh? Like your machine, there." Then she lifted her arm up and cupped her bicep, "But<em>this</em>is the true secret. The poorest among us can only use bows with a draw weight of only about a hundred pounds."<br/><br/>