Buyers Beware
“You’re kidding? Right? You want this one?” the man laughed, pushing his hands in his pocket, idly toying with a few coins out of habit as he glanced back over his shoulder at the merchandise, “No, no, look, you want strong and powerful, you want this, sure, but it ain’t pretty, ain’t clever and really ain’t safe.” “How much?” the hooded figure asked, regardless. The man pursed his lips, reaching up to scratch at a thick black beard as he stared down into the woman’s exotic pink eyes, a single wisp of curled brown hair falling down one side of her stoic face, “Uh, well it’s got the control attachment so… Fifty-five gold? What does a little miss like you want it for anyway?” “Fifty-five? For that?” the hooded figure pressed, the tone of their …