I'm... not quite sure what it is. [ byleth finally admits that, clearly somewhat befuddled by it. she goes on: ] Portable guns are new to me.

[ and whatever that is, it just seems... odd. still, she nods and moves into step with him, slipping her hands into her coat pockets. ]

Sounds reasonable. There's an innkeep in town who owes me a favor, and there's not much the man doesn't hear about. [ when it comes to things on around this scale, anyway. she doubts he has his fingers on, say, the pulse of the politics within castle thorne. ] We can try our luck there?