Another week passes uneventfully, aside from occasionally spotting Tamara on the streets on the city, always in passing, never long enough to exchange words, before the dwarven mastersmith summons him, informing him that the revolver has been finished, if he'd like to test it out before it's fully enchanted.<br/><br/>When he arrives, he's led to a firing range, set up for just such an occasion, and greeted by the dwarf himself. "I figured you'd want to take a look o'er her, before we finalize the enchantments, so you can make any improvements," he says, handing over the beautiful, silvery revolver, and passing him a few bullets made for it.