Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150731204418

Sander looked down for a moment, as he tended to do when he wasn't sure how to counter something. He sighed, before shrugging it off.

"I guess it's all just a matter of perspective, huh?" He reached down for something in the pocket of his trenchcoat. He held a small .44 Flintlock two barreled revolver by its barrels, and held it out to the wood elf.

The weapon used to belong to Jack Jackson, the vampire and archnemesis of Sander.

"Here. It's from an old friend. I won't need it anymore and eh.. I gotta stay low after this whole thing's done and solved." He added with a mischievous smirk.

The chamber of the weapon was loaded with a few bone bullets, and a few of Jackson's own fashioned poisoned bullets with various after-effects.

"Consider it an addition to your already impressive arsenal of weapons."