Seeing him he started to bring the weapon up, but thanks to his faster reflexes and the fact that he had been half-expecting someone to come through the gate at any moment, he was able to grab hold of the firearm and twist it out of his hand.
Simultaneously the Count brought his weapon to bear on him ... and stopped.
He couldn’t bring himself to shoot him. He seemed fairly harmless now that he was unarmed, the alarm had already sounded apparently, and he was just a kid. He dropped the sense of shooting the pistol and tossed the body of the weapon well over the wall to their right. He would find it eventually but it at least limited the damage he could do.
He reached into my pocket and grabbed the bag of coins he had exchanged during the shopping trip earlier in the day, and offered them
