It honestly took a few moments for the gunshot to register as unusual for Andrew- sounds of weaponry was honestly pretty common back home, although when they were staying in a town it wasn't usually for fighting purposes- more for showing off. However, when everyone else stopped, he realized he wasn't in the town his mom ran, which meant that the weapon was probably used for its actual purpose, which was to shoot someone. He wrinkled his nose as he squinted at the town, trying to see if the source of the gunshot was immediately apparent. Maybe it was just one unlucky person in this random town- but that kind of made him nervous too. Was there any law enforcement in this town?<br/><br/>"Well, all right," Andrew said dubiously. "Let's just get in and get out as fast as possible." He adjusted the straps of the bag and began to move forward into town with the others.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>"Did you hear that?"<br/><br/>"I hear a lot of things. Be specific."<br/><br/>"Um, duh- the gunshot, stupid."<br/><br/>"Hannah, you should treat your teachers with a little more respect," Ira said tiredly, frowning down at his pupil. The girl had been restless all day, and while the man could understand her frustrations at another day's trek through the desert, he couldn't excuse her poor attitude.<br/><br/>She snorted, and flipped a dark braid over her shoulder. "Well, I would, if my teachers would actually teach me anything."<br/><br/>It was the beginning of a common argument that Ira recognized, but irritatingly still felt the need to respond to. "Your teachers try to teach you things, but it is very difficult when you do not listen. Hold still, for heaven's sake. What gunshot?" He grabbed her shoulder, keeping the girl from charging forward.<br/><br/>Hannah turned back to him, lip out in a prominent pout. "I heard a gunshot. I think it came from the town up ahead."<br/><br/>Ira sighed and rubbed his brow. This was far from what he wanted to hear. He had been planning to spend a night in this town, and now he wasn't even sure that he wanted to enter it. "Brilliant. Are there any other towns in walking distance?" He already knew there wasn't, but from a side pocket he produced a dusty map that was mostly inaccurate.<br/><br/>"Oh no, come on, please, this is the most excitement we've had in days," Hannah said. She grabbed at his wrist, keeping him from looking at the map. "Besides, I'm sick of the desert, and we need supplies."<br/><br/>He looked down at her. His apprentice was a short, dark complexioned girl dressed in a red dress and brown boots with a black cloak on top, and dark brown hair tied up in two braids. She was getting taller, a sign of her fourteen years of age, but she certainly didn't act any older. The idea of bringing her into a town where gunfire was a factor didn't appeal. But he didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. "All right," he said finally, pulling his wrist away from her. "But you must behave. No spells, unless acting in self defense, in which case actually use defensive spells. And lay low. Stay with me. Consider this a way of proving yourself."<br/><br/>"Yes," she said with obvious excitement. She almost began to plunge away from him, but then forced herself to stop, obviously remembering one of his commands. Casually, Hannah dropped back next to him, hands clasped behind her back. Ira sighed and pulled up the deep blue hood of his cloak, covering his dark hair and face. Hopefully this would go without too many problems.