Ashelia pressed her lips together. "An oaken bow is stronger and heavier than a normal one," she explained. "Mine even had a strengthening enchantment on it."
Azrael nodded in understanding. "I see," he mused. "But if you have such a bow, why waste your time and strength on these ones?"
Ashelia's lips immediately tightened into a thin line. "I don't have it anymore."
Azrael paused. "Why? What happened to it?"
"It broke."
Azrael raised a brow. "It broke? Was it due to your actions or someone else's, Milady?" He asked, placing the cork back on the small bottle of ointment.
Ashelia hesitated for a moment before giving her response. "It was due to my actions..."
Azrael knew he was delving into sensitive territory, but his curiosity got the better of him. "May I know how it happened?"
Ashelia turned her face away from him. "I broke it out of anger….
