Lock and Load

[Letho]

Once again there was a war brewing, and once again Letho Ravenheart walked amidst the Bazaar shops and awning, readying himself for it.

It wasn't his war, of course. They never really were. They were always someone else's battles, struggles of the weak, the oppressed, the poor, and yet he always felt inclined to interfere. It was stronger than him, this call to arms, this call of duty. It was bigger than just a set of values and the verses of the Old Code. It was a way of life, the only way Letho knew. Fight for those that can't fight, oppose those that threaten people with tyranny and anarchy and death. He wouldn't be a knight if he didn't do that. He wouldn't be a man.

Today, his shopping list wasn't lengthy. His own personal armory had grown to the point where he seldom found the need to replenish it with additional arms. However, expendables such as bullets and arrows were in short supply nowadays, so he made a quick trip to the mercantile district of Radasanth to fix that problem. Myrhia didn't know about it. Myrhia didn't need to know just as she didn't need to know about the Imperial or the New World Order. He'd go, and fight, and return by sundown on the next day with an appropriate lie and a present for his darling. And it would be as if nothing had happened.

The gunshop was a queer little place that smelled of oiled metal and dispensed cartridges. It was the smell that Letho knew quite well. He walked in, past the pair of gunners that served as sentries and up to the counter. He fished out a fourteen millimeter bullet from his pocket and placed it on the counter.

"Good day. I'm in need of about two dozen of these, preferably with a full metal jacket. Steel if possible."

((A note to mod handling this: The bullets for Letho's gunblade are twice as expensive as normal ones.))

[Bazaar Proprietor]

George Sellings couldn’t believe his good fortune. He had just finished with his acquisition of a new gun shop when the well known Coronian Marshall walked into the shop. It was good fortune indeed, the arrival of Letho Ravenheart would have pushed up the price of the shop had he arrived before the deeds had been signed over.

Still, it took Sellings a bit more effort than normal to price the bullets, given that he had only recently expanded into the realm of technological products. “Just one moment,” he said, before looking through an invoice from the previous month to determine how much he should price the particularly unique bullets that Letho seemed to insist on using.

“It’ll be 240 for two dozen rounds,” Sellings said, hoping that he’d be able to find something about the price of a jacket in the book. “And let me go check on the jacket for you…”

Sellings made his way to the back, certain that a Marshall of all people wouldn’t engage in theft. The only holdover from the previous owner was in the back of the shop, dusting off some pistols. “Pyle?” He demanded. What’s the price of a full metal jacket? In steel!”

“Uhh… about twenty five,” Pyle replied.

Sellings returned to his customer without so much as a thank you, though he was now carrying the merchandise that Letho wanted. “Your jacket will be another twenty five.”

[Letho]

((Props for FMJ and Gomer Pyle reference. :cool:))

The price seemed about right, but even if it weren't Letho wasn't the type that would try to blarney his way to a better price. If people tried to rip him off, he'd point that out and tell them that they could all go to hell in a handbasket. However, the gentleman on the other side of the counter and the faceless voice of someone called Pyle came up with an acceptable price, somewhere in the range of the price he paid the last time he was buying bullets.

"That seems fair," he said, reaching into his pockets and procuring a bunch of nicely folded bills, all stamped with the seal of the Corone Government. The bank notes were the latest fad in Radasanth, something that was supposed to prevent people from walking around with a cart filled with coin every time they wanted to buy something pricey. He pulled out three of those that were worth three hundred gold pieces and placed them on the counter.

"There you go. You can keep the change if the shells are ready right now."

[Bazaar Proprietor]

Sellings loved being told he could keep the change. It was the mark of a man with class. It was quite fortunate that the things that Letho needed were in stock.

He pushed the shells over for the Marshall to expect. "There you go," he said. "Of course, inspect them, anything that customized requires some checking on your part..." With that, he gave the notes a cursory glance. He was certain that a Marshall would not dupe him with the bank notes, but there was always the chance that Letho was thick enough to have received some unacceptable forgeries. Concluding that they were the real thing or close enough, Sellings was happy to let Letho leave if there were no objections.

[Letho]

Letho picked up one of the shells with his rough fingers, turned it this way and that, his keen eyes measuring it up and comparing to the one he brought with himself. The only difference between the two were that the one he possessed had a bullet made of lead whereas the ones he was about to purchase had their smooth surface glint under the light in the room.

"Good craftsmanship. I hope they won't misfire."

The second sentence wasn't spoken as an accusation, but rather as a jest that came with a minuscule grin as he collected the rest of the shells. He nodded his head towards the refined merchant before he departed.

"Good day."

[Bazaar Proprietor]

Sellings nodded. It had been a good day.

(Letho gains the 24 bullets and 50 EXP, loses 300 GP)