[Caitlyn is no stranger to having someone watching over her shoulder as she shoots. After the satisfaction of her target crumbling, she straightens, before gesturing to the folding rifle in her hands.]
This? Oh. No. It was my father's design. But I might have given him a few suggestions.
[The one benefit of having an artificer for a father.]
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This? Oh. No. It was my father's design. But I might have given him a few suggestions.
[The one benefit of having an artificer for a father.]