"How very," The first word that came to his mind was primitive. Perhaps it was enchanted, or just looked old in appearance? Or maybe it was exactly that, an oversized blunderbuss. The Dojo had no shortage of oddities that amazed him. "vintage," he settled on, nodding towards his weapon. "Well that's good. I haven't seen too much fighting since my day," he laughed. A half-truth. He could still probably put down anyone if they tried rushing him, thinking the cripple couldn't do anything. "You ought to drop by the place then. Billhook Cleaners, right down the way."