<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/5975/th/pre/i/2013/258/8/2/the_musketeer_by_davidgalopimdesigns-d6mee32.jpg)</div><br/>Thomas shrugged towards Imriel. "Very serviceable against your fellow man, yes. But against an animal of the kind that likely haunts these woods? Better than nothing, pone supposes, but far from ideal." Happy that the mechanism is all fine with his firearm, Thomas pulls out the scourer and slides it into the barrel, checking for any obvious blockages. "You would be correct. I'm not of these lands. Avalon, if you must know."<br/><br/>When Kate appears, Thomas sends her a nod and another "Morning." before returning to his work.<br/><br/>He raises a brow at the prospect of a wager, and that same brow goes a tad higher when she calls him 'chum'. "A prize pot for the final blow on the beast? Why not, I'll partake. Would our musketeer friend also be interested?" He looks to Imriel.