"I was told silver bullets will often do the trick." Kryner then began to think about how well silver would work as a bullet and shook his head figuring too heavy and too expensive for practical use.<br/><br/>Kryner's gaze glanced back to her at the notion of leaving Skyaia, "I dunno... I've never left this big vast land. I wouldn't want to, so much beauty up here, so vast, uncharted, dangers untold, treasures only a miser could dream of claiming. Seems too much fun to leave when I've got so much time to explore it." He chuckled as he looked at her and then something uneasy dawned on him, as she talked about taking on Gluts.<br/><br/>"My Papa's granddad use to fight them. He would use this old archaic gun called a blunderbuss he peddled off the Stalingrants ages ago. Would sell furs for gun powder and load the thing with rocks, nails what ever really fit down the barrel. He'd bait them with their own flesh and blood in a tree on a hook before shooting them in the back and that's their weak spot. So he did that and in the Chyta area he purged with his family over 1,100 of them in his life time alone." He said with a smile telling her the story of his Great great grandfather.