Bobby nodded, snapping his fingers for the dogs and snagging the keys off the hook beside the back door, heading down the hall, "Don't know that there's a longbow short enough for you, but there's a crossbow at least, actually just cleaned it the other day." Torii nodded, grinning still, "Either one."
The armory was what had once been a back bedroom, the shelves and racks weren't exactly custom made, but they were home made, and they were well made, and that was really all that mattered. Monty snuffled at the doorway, sneezing once and sitting back, shaking his head so hard his ears flapped. Thatcher, on the other hand, was thrilled, somewhere new to explore!