Lyra shrugged and set it down on the table in front of him. Fancy Pants reached out a hoof and picked it up. It was heavier than he'd expected, so it could also be used as a club. It was quite intricate; a lot of thought and craftsmanship had gone into its design. Such an object would probably be quite rare—only elite guards would be likely to have them. He wondered if he could get permission to make copies. Once Dale became a public figure, ponies would be clamoring to get their hooves on anything uniquely . . . Dale. Copies of a gun would probably fetch a good price in Canterlot. He could commission metal ones for the well-off, and cheaper painted wooden ones for ponies who didn't want to spend as much.