Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-27830834-20190104080839

Kaylock's smile widened by a few molars. He unfurled his jacket to reveal a second pistol, this one smaller and more compact but sharing the same ramshackle design as the first. Gingerly he set it down next to the first.

"Most sincerest 'pologies yer holiness, ol' habit," He replied, sounding more mischievous than guilty. "Callista's me favorite, ne'er hit the hull without 'er."

Finally shrugging on his flakweave garment, Kaylock cast a lingering eye over assembled arsenal on the tray.

"Good kit, prime, in fact. Any you gentlefolk sellin'?" Several pairs of eyes stared daggers at the voidborn. "No? Slaggin' pity that..."