The hunter frowned as the young smith approached him, but at least he was getting somewhere if he was speaking to someone who claimed to know what he needed.

Gaston put his musket down on the countertop with a loud thud, mostly from his strength than any mishandling of the weapon. Proud as he was he still knew what he was doing. "I found my gun in the hands of my captors when I was making my way to this city but they must have done something to it. The sighting is completely off!"

What Gaston didn't completely understand was that while he was an expert marksman at home, being a Dragoon and Beastmaster in this world had a detrimental effect on what should have been something he could do with his eyes shut.