Your bow is not broken but you've run out of arrows. How can you fake being a bard?
Depending on my rugged good looks alone, I will strap my bow to my back, hide it with a thick cape, enter into a strange bargain with a little old woman I meet in a forest for which my reward will be a lute -- then, I can be on my merry way and have done so without endangering the integrity of my most prized possession.
