View from the Wilds

Looking out over the Lone Lands.  I was sent to dispatch a group of orcs, namely their leader, and collect their orders.  I was also commisioned to locate a certain rangers bow.  Apparently the thing was precious.  I'll never understand how some people can get so attached to a chunk of metal or a piece of wood.  I can understand an heirloom of sorts.  But a sword one purchased for themselves?  That's a little silly.