The shop of a fletcher and bowmaker(s)<br>
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Wood chips are scattered upon the floor, the rough wooden table in the center of the room, and upon even the chair that sits near the table. The scent of wood fills your nostrils, covering even the reek of Long Lake. Upon the table lie the tools used to create bows and arrows, the tools of the fletcher and the bowmaker. Catgut bow strings lie coiled up next to unbent pieces of wood, ready to be made into instruments of Esgaroth's defense.  A small sign is mounted to the table.<br>
The south door is closed.<br>
The only obvious exit is south.<br>
Efgin fletches an arrow
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