"Listen up."
Lugh's tone suddenly turned deep, cutting through the ambient noise with unexpected gravity. The casual air in the room shifted. Heads turned.
"This!"
He raised the revolver into the air. The metallic glint caught the dim lighting, its form gleaming with silent menace. He held it with reverence, like a priest presenting a relic.
"This is not just a gun. It is an item of great significance. An absolute revolutionary in its field. It does not discriminate between short and tall, big and small, young or old."
He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in the silence.
"It also does not discriminate between the magical and the mundane... bringing death equally to all."
A few murmurs passed among the gathered adolescents. Some shifted in place. Others listened, captivated. The silence afterward felt expectant, as though the very air was leaning forward.
"And that,"
He said, lowering the revolver slightly but keeping it visible,
