"Sure," I said. I sat down and unhooked my gun-blade, laying it on the table. "I tend to avoid open-fights. I once did a job when my blade broke and I almost died." I pointed to the quiver for my bow. "That's why I carry spare blades in my quiver." I grabbed my bow and pressed against both ends, The blades popped out. "For close-combat." I like to be in trees with my bow." I sighed. "Honestly This type of work tires me. but i'm looking for someone. The person who killed my brother."