Bryn/Erwin
Erwin wasn't a fan of guns, either, but it was a handy way of drescribing his sword here. "Twelve centuries? Impressive," he remarked, learning that anything was possible with the people here in Dunwich. Erwin had so many questions, wondering briefly if she were a vampire like Astarion. Now wasn't the time or place for those questions, though.
"Absolutely. I'm here alone, to be honest. If you and your friends would like another to fight with you, I'd be glad to offer my blade. Otherwise, I wish you luck." It was the most vulnerable Erwin had been since meeting her, but he was willing to offer that up.