Lawrence is a merchant who has agreed to take me to my home in the north. I suppose you could call him a... friend, of mine, were you to insist. He irritates me, though he knows many things.

[She hands the gun back to Arthur

barrel first, because what even is gun safety?] If it is truly worthless once it has become wet, then you understand why he would prefer to not transport it, yes? Leave that to the men in the large covered ships.