The barrel was cold and the body was extremely intricate, obviously not one of those standard-issued muskets and based on the patterns on the handle, it told Luncar the musket had unusual power.
It was without a doubt a very decent weapon and would be a whole lot better if it wasn't pointed at his forehead.
"I think we might have a little misunderstanding."
Hands up in the air, Luncar pleaded softly but his intonation was clear and his body did not move.
He didn't want a hole in his head.
Likewise, there was no reckless action or resistance from the person who appeared behind him.
It mattered not how the person snuck up behind him or what he used to achieve it, the person behind Luncar got an absolute advantage and the right to call the shots.
As a rather smart person, Luncar knew he must go along with the person in order for him to get a chance to continue breathing.
As a matter of fact, it was what he always did.