[ Byleth has only seen a cannon in use once? It's a strange thing to try and imagine, Thancred will admit, particularly given that he grew up in Limsa Lominsa where firearms and gunpowder had been quite run-of-the-mill. The Garlean empire's creations only took it all a step further. He's willing to show her how the gunblade works at some point, though in the Horizon might be the better option so that he can conserve ammunition. ]

A turret's similar to what you're imagining, but it fires bullets instead of arrows. It usually has to be manned by someone as well, though I suppose there are automated versions.

[ He's not yet sure if any of Abraxas' nations have developed something similar. If any one of them has, he's certain it would be the Free Cities. Thorne seems to believe their magicks are enough to handle anything Cadens might throw at them, if war does break out.

Still, that is a problem for the future. For now, they are questioning an innkeeper. Byleth finds a careful way to tell him that she'd essentially chased off some ruffians who'd been trying to rob the innkeep. Thancred's beginning to realize that she's quite deliberate with her words. Not a bad trait to have, to be sure. ]

That was kind of you. Hopefully he appreciates it enough to give us some useful intel.

[ As they turn a corner, a cozy inn awaits them. A creaky sign hangs from the eaves, inviting them in. ] Is that it?