Fletcher forced himself to keep from walking with a spring in his step. "Then I will excitedly await more uses of our bows...and possibly the arrows." If they could get them back out. He wondered how that work. He'd never tried to get an arrow back out of human after shooting it into them. There was a chance that might not work the way he'd like for it to. All the same, so long as the arrows worked, he'd be alright with making more.
He glanced over toward the other man before smiling. "I don't think I know much about where Muggles go." Which wasn't exactly a lie. He didn't spend very much time around the Muggle world. He wondered if that would be something that assisted him. What with the possibility of knowledge. "I guess we'll just pick a direction. He pointed in a general Westly direction before looking back at Terrence.