[Salone]

Na'lsa cocked an eyebrow at the weapon, looking somewhat...let down. Throwing his hands up, he began to go on about it dismissively.

"A gun? That is the key to my father's kingdom? I don't care much for them. Surely this is a test, or a trick. My patience is not as unending as my future kingdom is."

After a moment, he decided to take a chance anyway. Cautiously, he reached a hand out towards the weapon...