[ He's in the middle of examining his now least favorite arrow he's created when suddenly: someone speaks nearby when he'd thought he was alone. Though Claude normally prides himself on tracking whatever's going on around him, this time Altaïr's voice catches him off-guard enough to startle ever so slightly before he turns around to the man in question. ]

A little of both, possibly, though I'm leaning towards the equipment considering I made these arrows myself. [ He's not going to acknowledge the failure part more than Altaïr has unless pressed about it. Instead, he'll hold up the arrow in question with it balanced on one finger. But rather than be parallel to the ground as it should, it lists down towards the ground on the left in what was enough to make a difference. ] My fault for not checking it over or I would've noticed this stick's curved a bit. Or so I'd like to think, anyway, as it's been a while since I've been my own fletcher.

[ A learning experience, then; it won't be difficult to start over to fix the error now he knows it's there. Curiosity about something else wins out as he thinks about their past conversations and tilts his head to one side when he can't recall. ]

Are you also an archer yourself?