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He stood up, rising from the floor to a crouch and finally onto feet that were dead with sleep. He tried to take a step but landed on the side of his foot and nearly toppled, but slowly he regained his ballance. "Broadcast, what is that? There is so much more I need to learn."

(I just had to through in an obscure lovecraft refrence.)

"That is an interesting and facinating ability, yet it also leads a mind to walk into dark places where we where not ment to be. I begin to wonder about the truths of my books once more. Before they seemed legends but here they could very much be a reality."

"That is perfectly ok, it is not easy to read such a book, one must aproach it with a clear mind or risk being tainted, or at least that was the mith my grandfather told me. He was always a strange fellow, which may account for why he found disfavor in the court. Ahh, it matters not, my abilities grow, and I am made all the wiser for knowing you. You have my deepest thanks."

"It was nothing much, although my wine sellars will be sore from it. Would you know any local vendor who I could perhaps trade with?" Quintilius passed the room, from what he had learn from his staff was that powers where at work and he was consorting with one of the central figures. All the better the thought to himself, she will never teach me something that I could use against her, but things had a method of being useful when thought of in clever ways. "If I'm not mistaken I had promised to show you something the other night, come let me show you now." He led her through the house untill they came to a door that went outside, outside was a garden that potrayed flowers of all sorts of colour, but there was something different, the large field of short grass at the end of which stood targets. One would think it be used for achery, which it occasionally, but rarely, was. Taking from a table he pulled a crude object of metal and wood. Pulling back a lever he aimed at one of the closer targets and pulled a trigger. A cloud of smoke billowed from the gun and his hand jerked up into the air a bit. The target now had a nice hole slightly right and up. "This is a flintlock, and what did that was a little ball, what caused the ball was gunpowder. That is the pride of my people."

Despite the anger Quintilius had expected something similar to her reaction. "Calm down, it is a demonstration." he layed the pistol back where it was and calmly stood where it was clear. "I mean you no harm." He held up his hands, empty for her to see.

"While I can not tell you all of it, I'm sure I have a book on it, I can show you. Now if you would be so kind as to come closer here." He walked back over to the table and took out of a poutch a small led ball and placed it, next to his he placed a small bag filled with gun powder, he ripped the top open with his teeth, then he layed the percusion cap and the rod next to the pistol. "If you aren't so flighty I will show you step by step how that." he pointed to the little hole, "Was created."

"A very rough analogy, but it would work for now. Okay, you see here this bad, well it has the gunpowder in it, you poor it into the barrle." At each step he demonstrated, "Then you let the little ball go in as well, that's when you take the rod and make sure every thing is good and tight. This little thing here is called percusion cap, it creates a little spark that ignites the the gunpowder, causing it to explode sending the ball down the barrel and hopefully at the target." Once loaded he handed it to her lightly. "Why don't you try, aim for the center of the target I shot at."