<strong>Tyger with Giselle heading to an empty field on the continent of Faeron on Toril</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The half elf smiles lovingly at the lovely dark skinned elven warrior and switches the alien weapon to his left hand as his right hand reaches out to take hold of her left hand. His fingers interlace with hers as he escorts his love back out of the ruins. They make the trek through the city streets at leisurely pace to the gates. Their search for a suitable place to test and learn to use the strange weapons takes close to an hour and with city being out of sight behind the trees of the forest. Tyger selects a clearing with a deed tree near a cliff wall. ”This looks like a good spot. We can target the tree and the cliff will keep the shots from traveling too far and possibly injuring somebody by accident.”<br/><br/>Extracting his hand from Giselle’s hand Tyger transfers the weapon back to his right hand. Putting the strange device to his shoulder like a crossbow he sights along the top of it aiming at the dead tree. “Are you ready for this, My Darling?” He squeezes the trigger but nothing happens. With mild look of confusion on his face he brings it down from his shoulder and examines the weapon more closely. He finds a small switch he had not noticed before with markings near it that he recognizes as words but in a language he is not familiar with. The switch moves easily under his thumb and with a audible click becomes aligned with second marking. He once again places it against shoulder and aims at the tree. When he squeezes the trigger again there is a loud blast and a flash of light and the weapon bucks in his hands. A large hole appears in the trunk of the dead tree in small explosion of bark and wooden splinters.