It's what I know

Nathaniel practically doubled over with laughter at the mental image of taking out his bow and practising his aim at the moment inside the tavern. Maybe he could try hitting an apple off someone’s head. Once upon a time, in another life in the Free Marches, he’d actually done that with some of his friends, back when they were young and dumb without a care in the world beyond what they’d be doing the next evening.

It’s probably a good thing I left my bow with Glacaus, but I mean it could be fun. We could see what the barkeep has for fruit, get some volunteers to shoot it off their heads, maybe even take bets and really get the crowd involved! It would really be like old times, except none of his Free March friends were there, but Frankie was proving to be a more than adequate substitute.