"Information? I did find out plenty. There's four inns like dis one. this is [b]L[/b]ocksley inn. And dere's three more. They're all said weird. People around here are right plunked in the brain." He informed her. "I think it's because of da drinkin'. Ain't good for ya." He said, taking sips off of the drink in his hand, his cheeks growing red as he felt the alcohol take it's roots in him.

After Lina's comments about beer, Kuhn glanced at her. "Beer is pretty good. I prefer a brisk cider, like dis one!" He exclaimed, chugging the entire bottle, letting out a burp as he was done, a lot of his natural grace and elegance was lost. One of the patrons, whom Kuhn had arm wrestled earler piped up. "Hey, calm down you lightweight, that's just your second drink" Kuhn looked at him with his brown eyes and growled, pushing back his chair from the table, and standing on the chair, one foot on the seat, the other on the back, a hand on his hand as he did. 

"ALL RITE YA SLACKERS WHO WANTS A PIECE OF THE KUHN-MAN? BEST SHOT IN THE ENTIRE NORTH BLUE, I'LL BET ANYONE WHO TRIES TO PROVE ME OTHERWISE!" He shouted, his arms at his side for affect. From the back room, a soft giggle was heard. "You want to bet, about marksmanship? That's surely the name of my game."  The green haired woman said, as she made her way out of the room. "My name is Elaina Dart, and I fancy myself quite the shot, and a gambler, at that. Nature decides who wins, and who loses, it's out of our hands. So, do you care to wager with me?" Elaina asked, smiling as she swept her green hair away from her face, her pale skin almost glowing, like her emerald eyes.

Kuhn's heartrate raced, and he smiled. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't take such a fine lady's request for a wager? What did ya have in mind, love?"

Elaina giggled. "I bet you can't shoot a beer bottle off someone's head. at 200 meters."  Kuhn smiled, pulling up his revolver from it's holster, twirling it in his hand. "Dat it? What's da stakes?"

"Well, if you lose, I want that rifle of yours. It's a real beauty and would go great in my collection." Kuhn smirked. "Dat it?" Elaina nodded. "And when I win?" He responded.

"What do you want?"

"From a fair maiden like yourself? Nothing more but a kiss and your favor." He responded, feeling a jab in his ribs from Lina, smiling softly at her. "Oh, and one million Bellies, my rifle is worth a lot more then dat." He twirled his revolver again, and headed towards the door. Elaina held up her hand, in protest. "Wait, you can't use your revolver. That's a very modified gun. The gun does all the heavy lifting for you. Use this, instead." She said, handing him a very worn flintlock, probably more than a hundred years old. Kuhn scoffed. "Fine." Leaving his revolver in it's holster, he turned around and slung his rifle on his back, grabbing his bottle with hte other hand. "To raise da stakes, one to carry dat dere bottle on da head will be my little friend here." He said, looking at Lina. The patrons were all cheering at this little wager, as Kuhn walked outside, waiting for Lina to get positioned on the other side of the street, with a bottle on her head, as he examined the gun in his hand. It was old, really old. It was loaded, firing pin was intact, and the gunpowder wasn't great, but it would do. 

The hair trigger however was terrible, it couldn't shoot straight worth nothing. "Heh, dis is one shoddy gun."

" A great marksman does not need a great gun, Kuhn." Elaina insisted on, and the gunner shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. 

"You ready Lina?!" He shouted.