"Nah, daemons figured guns out a long time ago, too. Dunno if humans bought the knowledge from them or figured it out themselves, but I can't say I'm exactly interested either way. Never really cared for them, they feel cheap. I'm more the swordsman type."

He picks up his cane and grips it just below the decorative dragon head. If Zagreus has any sense for magic, he'll be able to easily tell that the metal is practically radiating daemonic power...along with containing part of a soul.