Another spacious side room with a fireplace, sofa, comfortable reading chairs and a regular table and chairs.

"Understood. It's good to refresh the basics every once in a while." Jesse nodded and kept in mind that he was to keep quiet.

<---Main room
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Mason steps into the room, setting his bag down and picking up the table, easily moving it into a position where multiple people can sit on one side but leave the other side clear for him to stand.  He puts three chairs on one side and motions for Aramandel and Yana to sit.  Two other chairs, he sets off to the side.  Taking his jacket off and placing it onto the back of one the chairs, it is now seen that he is wearing not two pistols but four.  One in a shoulder holster, one in a cross draw holster, one in a quick draw holster and another in a holster at the small of the back.  He waits to see if the young man is going to stay or go.

=====> Fromthe tavern

Yana follows in.  Being a rank novice with the unknown weapon, she stays to the back.  She dislikes feeling ignorant, but is forcing herself to learn this new skill.  She's planning to "buckle down" and learn many new things with her new life.

Jesse quietly sat in a free chair, out of the way of everyone else. He set his things to the side of the table. His eyes widened at the sight of four futuristic handguns.

"Wow." He muttered as he unloaded and unchambered his weapons and placed them on the table.
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Nessa slunk into the back, offering a reassuring smile at Yana, but hung back, leaning against the wall.  With weapons collecting on the table, she added her own old Lercker to the pile, with a smile  to Mason, she returned to leaning against the back wall.

After everyone is seated, he stands in front of them.

"When I said we were going to start with the basics that is what we are doing.  Guns are dangerous and every year in my world, people are killed by accidents involving guns.  Hundreds of children die every year.

The four basic rules of firearms safety are as follows:
1. Always assume that any gun you see is loaded.
2. Never aim a gun at anything you are not willing to destroy.
3. Keep your finger off the trigger until your sights are on the target.
4. Always be sure of your target."

He picks up his bag and sets it on the table, pulling out a small handgun.  He holds the gun so that the barrel is pointed at the ground and pulls back the breech and looks inside of the gun to verify that it is empty.

"When you pick up a gun, the first thing you do is check to see if it is loaded.  This gun is unloaded."

He sets the gun down in front of Aramandel.  He repeats the process with another identical pistol, setting it down in front of Yana.

"This gun is unloaded as well."

He turns to Vanessa, giving a knowing smile.
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Yana looks nervously at the unloaded pistol, as if it were a bottle of nitroglycerin with a large crack in the side.

Jesse sat silently and watched with attention. He nodded reasuringly to Yana and Aramendel.

Still a little melancholy when entering, he took his seat and watched as the  procession of weapons form on the table. He felt like he should be contributing, for the last 30 years he was the teacher for basic lessons, not the student. It was a weird role reversal.

It seemed to be happening often to the elf.

When the lecture started, Aramen perked up though. As the weapon laid there before him he gave a look and a half motion, as if to ask wordlessly if it was okay to pick it up.

"The weapon before you is a Narcojet Pistol.  I have carried one of these for over 20 years.  While most guns fire a solid lead projectile, this fires a chemical round.  It is usually loaded with a chemical that can render a full grown man unconscious in under one second.  Go ahead and pick up the weapon and feel the weight."

He stands before them, his hands resting on his hips.

He felt like such a child right now, but it seemed to come with the territory. Taking a deep breath he tentatively picked up the weapon and began to really examine it, even more so from when he first handled one when he first arrived. He began to mimic the actions of Mason for when he handled it to try to figure out what he was checking for.

"A sleep poison? Is it actual sleep, or a blackout?"

Yana picks up her "gun" too.  She's careful to point it away from other people, treating it like a loaded crossbow (which is  leaning against the wall behind her).
The weapon is so.....tiny!!!  If people she hadn't trusted hadn't said it, she wouldn't have believed that such a device could do that kind of damage or incapacitate a man so quickly.
The raven-haired rogue thought about the small drow hand crossbows and other more magical devices.  She was skilled in their use, but THIS!!!!   A non-magical weapon with that kind of power, and NO poison to worry about?

She smiled, like a child at Yule.

Nessa stayed arms crossed, leaning against the wall at the back of the room.  It bothered her a lot to watch Aramen and Yana handling the guns and it helped little to know they were quite thoughtful and considered or that Mason a good teacher.  She met the man's eye across the room holding them a second before looking away.

They had both too much experience for this not to twinge at least a little... she looked back out toward the tavern's main room and thought about the people there... in particular Ski.  Of the lot, she believed he had too much experience too.  But he hadn't seemed to have gotten detached yet, she wasn't sure what was worse.  She gave a deep sigh, and returned her attention to those before her, folding herself up a little tighter.

He nods to the two and shows them how to open the breech to verify that the weapon is empty.  "It is not a sleep, but a chemically induced state of unconsciousness.  Depending upon the metabolism, the target could be unconscious for anywhere from 5 minutes to 4 hours."

After they have spent some time looking over the weapons, he continues. "All of those rules that everyone out in the other room told you, forget them all." He looks at Jess.  "Those are all based upon humans going against humans."

They spend half an hour going over basic firearm safety and handling, ending with a proper shooters stance, and how to bring up and fire a gun.  After this time, they still have not held a loaded weapon.

"If you are comfortable with holding, you can practice with a few rounds.  These weapons are silent and do not have the kick of most guns.  You will be firing empty chemical capsules."

Yana raises her hand.  Me, me, me!!!!  I want to shoot one!

She's looking eagerly at the weapons after Mason's lecture.

"..." Jesse crossed his leg and leaned back. He smiled at Yana's enthusiasm.

"Drat," mutters Aramen under his breath after finding out its a black out poison. Still he listens intently.

* * *
As the lesson goes on, he picks up everything rather fast, yet something about it all seems awkward, but he can't figure out what without trying more. He keeps the thought to himself as he just repeats a posture drill a dozen times.

* * *

"How could I compete with that?" Aramen says while looking down the sights and off to the side.

"Ladies first," he concedes with a smile.

Yana grinned at Aramendel.

Awww....you think I'm a "lady".  And here I thought that you had been paying attention since we met years ago.

She giggled.

Ness frowned more deeply as things progressed and Yana's enthusiasm, but bit her lip.  Only after a minute did she look at Mason, Perhaps a weapon with a bit of a kick would be better? She met Mason's eyes, clearly saying more than her words,

He nods to Vanessa, giving a small smile.  "I agree."  He reaches into his bag and pulls out a thin rectangular box.  "Your initial shots will be with the Narco Jet pistols then you will fire this."  He hits a button and the box unfolds into an SMG.



"This is the Ares Switchblade.  It fires a 9mm round.  It is loud and when you fire it you will be able to feel a significant recoil."  He ejects the clip and opens the breech to verify that the weapon is empty.  "Much like the pistol, the major difference is the shoulder stock.  By bringing it up to the shoulder, you have a much steadier aim and the recoil is easier to handle."  He then hands it first to Aramandel.  "Familiarize yourself with this, then we will go outside."
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A weapon with "recoil" doesn't sound like as much fun, but Yana is still eager to see it.    She anxiously awaits her turn.

As Aramendel accepts the weapon he shoulders it tightly, as one would a large crossbow. With just a shake of his head he displays his dissatisfaction with the stance. Again he tries, looking for the sweet spot. After a bit of adjustment, he finds a good hold at the edge of his armor.

With the weapon shouldered, he drops the magazine and returns it clumsily. The weight of the weapon felt better than the narcojet, but it was still awkward. There was alos something about it that just did not feel right, but he would not know for sure until he fired it.

Jesse cocked an eyebrow at the sight of the folding SMG and Aramendel's discomfort with the stock. He wondered of he should bringout the wooden stock of his M14 and switch out the EBR housing.

Jesse did remember he promised not to interfere with the lesson, so he kept his mouth shut and resolved to let Aramendel pop a few shots off with the traditional M14.

He did decide to raise his hand and wait for permission to ask Aramendel if he'd like to try the EBR after the Ares, the padded buttstock of the weapon seemed a bit more comfortable compared to the striaght edge of the Ares Switchblade.
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