Cayde clasped a hand to his chest as though taking great offense to that comment. "I will admit, there are very few that accommodate my beautiful horn, but that doesn't mean I know my more or less about a good set of equipment," he snorted.

His hands were brought up in a sweeping gesture. "Well, consider yourself freed, my friend. Not much rules around here. Except the obvious, I guess. Don't kill nobody that isn't asking for it. I see they let you keep the gun." He smiled lopsidedly, giving his side holster a pat. "Heard they were bein' cautious about who-all came in with what weapons. Maybe that don't matter anymore."