Sire, thou hast made mention of thine asteroid destroying crossbows, and in so doing hath opened Pandora's Box. My liege has great need for these fine instruments of war, and hast send me forthwith to treat with thy own great house for said purpose.

Greetings, fair one! While I am in fact no Sire, but a Lady, good tidings to you regardless. If thou wishes to look yonder into mine own collection of trinkets, an armory of crossbows may not be in mine possession, but thou can imagine by loading ones weapons with projectiles of wooden form and imagining such is the case. I have envisioned a day true crossbows existed, but while the image may amuse, my imagination has yet to perceive of a purpose of this otherwise fruitless endeavor.

Also I might argue that, being possessed by a demon who fills its host with the proclivity of spreading the whispers of forestry to all corners of the universe, the enclosure in question has already been pried open, and has long since been abandoned by any evil musings it may have once held captive.

A most wonderful offering, m'lady. I beg thine pardon for mine assumption, that thee may forgive my blindness. I shall bring this graciously offered gift to my liege at once. I bid thee a most wonderful day, fair lady, and good fortune to your house!