Arrows Needed (P)

After accidently breaking one of his arrows, the son of Eros, Francios Dibango waltzed his way into the forge. He always hated it here because of how hot and humid it was. It was around two o'clock in the afternoon so he knew that the Hephaestus kids would be inside villainous away at the celestial bronze they were crafting. The sixteen year old demigod was wearing his orange camp t-shirt, pink pastel shorts, and tan Sperry's. His beaded necklace hung around his neck and a flower crown made up of roses sat upon his head. And to top everything off, his quiver was slung across his shoulder empty of arrows.

"Oh, someone's woke up on the wrong end of the steam engine today. Look, since I broke one of my arrows, I need to you or whoever to make me a fresh batch." François looked at his bow, then back at the girl. "How fast will it take you to make them?"