"I am grateful for the return of the cloak. it may not look much but it belonged to my father. He was a skilled adventurer, as was mother." She rested her hand on the gun's handle. "They left many curiosities, this was a weapon my father used to wield in the past. I am not sure how, but it passed on to me." As the more timid sister spoke seriously, the strong woman looked at Petra and sighed.<br/><br/>"Don't misunderstand though. Our parents were adventurers, but not highly successful ones. They started off as merchants children that had a little wealth to their name, ending up landowners in this area, renting farmland to people, but their power was vaning even before the illness claimed their lives." Speaking seriously she looked at Petra. "We can reward your efforts but please understand this is limited."<br/><br/>However, the more shy sister seemed blustered about this. "Sis! She did us a favor, dont  be so rude. I am truly sorry, I... well, I can pay you five hundred gold, and you are interested in this weapon then? I cant part from it but I could maybe give you what is left of father's other materials. Pouches of powder and little metal balls he always carried with him when he used this thing. I would have wanted to learn to use it but they did not pass their secrets to me."