 Your Adventuring party is unstoppable, it has a fighter able to crush steel armour with bare hands, a cleric able to cure any wound imaginable, the wizard who can manipulate energy and matter into anything and Bob a random person who found a sniper rifle.
 Bob was special, different from the rest of us. not because he could tear bones from skin like Gregor or shape meteor like Zarur, certainly couldn't heal like Havewet but special because he always had our backs when the chips were down Bob was always watching over us trusty weapon in hand a sniper rifle he'd called it ensuring when we mislabelled it as a crossbow or staff he corrected us
 "oh no I'm not Zarur she has the staff, she's something special, I'm just Bob"
he'd say before his sniper rifle sounded off with that devastating blast and another orc body dropped in the distance.
 it sure look like magic to me every time you used it. Bob strange like that, not strange like us but just different. he tocked his shirt in his pants and make sure those little plastic buttons on the front went all the way up to his neck and if his belt wasn't on the 3rd notch, then it was a bad day for Bob.
 I'd only seen Bob have one bad day and it led to a mountain of bodies and a barning from one of the most notorious trading towns on the east coast, of course when is day was going better again he returned to apologize.
 Bob was thoughtful like that even though we were surely all curious, really it didn't matter where he'd comes from.
sometimes Gregor would ask on those late nights of traveling when conversations roamed and Bob would always reply "well where did you come from Gregor?" and of course the brute could never think of an answer with meaning enough to reply.
but I think really we were all just glad glad that we had someone watching over us, glad that we had a man in the bushes "a Bob" but most of all glad he was on our side.