<div class="floatright"> (https://www.gamewallpapers.com/img_script/mobile_dir2/img.php?src=wallpaper_fable_3_01_ipad.jpg&amp;height=755&amp;width=850&amp;crop-to-fit) </div>”Could you please not wave a cannon around like that? You might set it off.” While Harold doubted he’d be much worse for ware, he was less confident about the others chances of surviving a point-blank cannon shot to the face. Harold holstered his own gun, to preemptively stop any complaints of him being hypocritical. ”Good god it’s like someone put a particularly bright hobbe inside a human body.” he muttered, then looked properly confused when Jinx expressed wanting a woman with a literal firecrotch. ”How would you even.... don’t answer that.” Harold shook his head, and couldn’t help but smile, hiding it behind a hand. Alright, he privately admitted, hobbes weren’t nearly that funny, even if he was fairly sure the blue-haired woman was entirely serious.<br/><br/>“I’m assuming we’ll get started as soon as whoever controls the spiders arrives?” He asks Anna, then glances at Booker. Hm. He was oddly reminded of a certain weaponsmaster by the name of Walter. Something about the surliness, the readiness. That was it, Harold realized. Booker was the only one in this room that stood like a soldier.