Making these tools got someone banned from their own land??
That information got me to sit down and turned my body to face him with full attention. He played with the revolver—or what was intended to be—while explaining further.
"The one who made this—and the black one over there—is an elf," Natha said with a playful smile. "It seems like these devices were intended to be something better than a bow," he made a gesture of shooting with the revolver in his hand. With how he dressed in his black uniform, it felt very fitting—although the notion of Natha shooting a gun somehow felt funny and sexy at the same time.
Ugh—my mind was in a silly gutter these days.
Natha lowered his hand and looked at me. "Do you see why it could be a problem?"
