You noticed Charles liked making arrows, and would quietly leave some when he noticed you were getting low near your tent. It was nice, and it was like a little gift from him each time you did something he needed.

You had just gotten back from a little job Dutch had sent you on, pausing when you noticed a pretty little feather along with fresh arrows sitting on your bed roll.

The feather looked pretty, soft blue and brown.

Charles must have left it.