"Oh," Alphonse said, seeing Sylvester return.  "It's you.  And here we were hoping the demon deer had frightened you to death.  I suppose you can't have everything in life, eh Gerald?"  
"Er, no sir," The squire said, "I s'pose you can't."

[Rolled 7]

Al was busy reloading his gun as they walked, but he stumbled on a stone and tipped the gun forward before he was done, spilling the black powder onto the ground.  "Blast," he said, restarting.