Raffy the Sparrowhawk

Raffy edges into the far corner of the wagon as he uses his teeth to pull the stopper out of his powderhorn. With deft precision he pours the black powder into the bell-shaped mouth of his hand cannon, measuring by eye.


If possible I'd like to move 1 square south (to be farther from the nearby Gor)

Reloading: round 1/3 complete