[ All the years? Thancred can't help but raise an eyebrow at that. He may not know Jesper's age, but despite his height it's clear he's still quite young. Not even twenty summers, if Thancred had to guess. How long could he have had these guns?

Yet when he considers Ryne and the twins, he has to concede the point. To say nothing of himself and how young he'd been when a weapon was put into his hands.

Thancred nods along as Jesper inspects the gunblade and quickly comes to conclusions on how it might best be used in battle. After a moment he flips the blade around so that he can hand it over grip-first for Jesper to take. ]

That empire that I mentioned before, they used a version of these that were not imbued with magick but their own energy source. They stole the concept from the true masters of the gunblade, the Bozjans. Unfortunately, those who could train others in its use have waned in number. [ Thancred had been lucky to find someone willing to teach him, and he will always owe Rostik for taking a chance on him.

He could launch into a history lesson about Bozja and the resistance, but it's neither here or not there. He crosses his arms, only reaching out when Jesper's ready to return the weapon. ]

Everyone has their preferences. There's nothing wrong with wanting to keep a distance and maintain the upper hand that way.