[Trakadon]

Trak laughed through his nose as he pulled out a flintlock pistol from inside his coat and set it beside him. "You are incredibly rash... You make it sound like you could have killed me easily." With a slight thud ,Trak laid his back down against the sand. " Hell... You haven't even told me your name and here we were fighting... Didn't even by me dinner." He smirked softly.