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"Here!" cried Enzeru as he tossed an apple to both Draconis and Xyven. He then sat down next to a tree, not bothering to see if the apples he had thrown were caught.
The gunman down the remaining berries in his hand in one gulp, then removed a few instruments from the pouch on his belt and began to fiddle with them. Taking a thick piece of black paper in his hand, Enzeru carefully, but tightly, wrapped it around a small wad containing a few grains of black powder. He then seated this casing with a small flint and pushed a lead roundball in half way at its head.
Enzeru then placed his free hand back into his pouch and pulled out a small tin of wax. Taking a bit on his finger, he spread the substance all over the casing, insuring it would stay together. He then laid the casing on a sunbathed rock to dry and repeated the process for five more casings.
As the last casing was finishing drying, Enzeru looked up to see the party more than a hundred yards up the trail. In a frenzy, the gunman grabbed up all of his materials and his casings and sprinted down the trail, throwing everything in his pouch as he ran.
"Wait up, guys!" He yelled.
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