Sir Richard Francis Burton.
Listening to Grimm with a bit of a surprise, the weathered explorer gives the hunter a nod of thanks, a small grateful smile on the older man's face. Burton himself took a moment to calm himself before listening to Bernard for a moment.
" My friend Bernard, not to worry, we will do our utmost to keep your mistress safe ! I may not be a member, but I hold Miss Genessa in the highest regard. !"
Burton reached out to shake Bernard's hand before following Genessa to the armory. He is though a creature who takes insult rather seriously, a flaw from his life in the old world. Thus, he pays the old Veda no attention whatsoever.
Once in the armory, He looks around a bit. He is happy with his English military sword, his Kukri and boot knife. With his revolver he is reluctant to use it given the small amount of ammunition he has.
" Grimm, can you please pick out a simple heavy crossbow to use and some ammunition for it ? It should be easy enough to adapt my skill with the rifle to the crossbow. "
He does feel the need for something ranged, but his own fighting priority will be up close and personal. He has no apparent need for armor that would weigh him down and make stealth so much more difficult. Assuming Grimm procures a crossbow and some bolts for him, he leaves with the other two in the short walk across town.
When they came to the griffon pens, Burton was in awe. Here were creatures out of legend. Tamed and ready to ride. The old explorer could hear his father's stories in the back of his head. Several moments went by before he asked if he could touch one. When the time came and he was asked if he was afraid of heights, he truthfully didn't know. Burton didn't think so and certainly wasn't going to admit such at any rate. He mounted his griffon asking briefly on the instructions, just in case since he was an excellent horseman, or used to be.
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