007: Death in your hands.
[Allan is sat in a barn doorway as the rain starts to pick up, the gun he'd bought after being trained by York in his hands as he inspects the bullets.]
Weird ain't it? All this talk of death got me thinking about this thing. A pistol, York called it. Seems more destructive than a longbow, like a miniature canon. I'm sure Djaq'd like a look at it.
Speaking of...where are you lot? Ain't seen hide nor hair of you.
Weird ain't it? All this talk of death got me thinking about this thing. A pistol, York called it. Seems more destructive than a longbow, like a miniature canon. I'm sure Djaq'd like a look at it.
Speaking of...where are you lot? Ain't seen hide nor hair of you.