[h2]Sir Frederick Selous - New Orleans[/h2]

Loading another round into his elephant gun, Sir Frederick approached the corpse of the melancholy lizard. There, directly in the poor croc's chest, was embedded a bullet the size of a large grape. Honestly, it was a relief that the despair-filled creature had died so quickly, as the beast's final moments were clearly filled with agonizing pain. Ah well. Reaching for his machete, Frederick cleanly, or at least, close to cleanly, severed the head of the blues beast. Shoving both the now dinged trumpet and the head into his sack, and was on his way.

Frederick then turned to face the strange modern man addressing him. "The trumpet is... His instrument. He plays it. Played it. The [i]Alligator Mississippiensis Brassbandus[/i]." Sir Selous sighed, "I guess the worst part is when you realize how precious the life of a rare creature such as this is... Ah well, there are at least a dozen more scattered across this... Multiverse." he shouldered his rifle. "And you are?"