[Just as the noisy blast rips through the forest another series of gunshots ring through the Hinterlands. They're consecutive in sound with only a small delay between each bullet of twenty seconds or less. It would almost sound like rapidfire to those who possess a good ear.]
Begone with you! [A voice yells out within the middle of this chaos.] Bears. Why in the world are there bears here?
[Out of nowhere, a stately gentleman dressed in elaborate reds, whites and golds appears wielding two pistols that must look reminscient of Allagan technology judging from the glowing blue crystals embedded within them. He stands tall upon an enormous upturned stump with a look of frustration upon his gently aged face. The bespectacled gunner aims his pistols towards an incoming bear and fires with abandon.]
Go on, die already! I'm in no mood for such games!
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Begone with you! [A voice yells out within the middle of this chaos.] Bears. Why in the world are there bears here?
[Out of nowhere, a stately gentleman dressed in elaborate reds, whites and golds appears wielding two pistols that must look reminscient of Allagan technology judging from the glowing blue crystals embedded within them. He stands tall upon an enormous upturned stump with a look of frustration upon his gently aged face. The bespectacled gunner aims his pistols towards an incoming bear and fires with abandon.]
Go on, die already! I'm in no mood for such games!