Silence is golden

[Godhand]

Godhand ambled into one of the Bazaar's more respected shops, one that enjoyed a degree of savvy and technical skill from both it's patrons and owners. It seemed like the right place to ask about something like this. He walked over to the counter and produced a defective silencer from his coat pocket; it was custom fit for his revolvers.

"I'd like this fixed. How much?"

[Arsène]

"Around five hundred," said the man at the counter. "It's a pretty detailed piece, so it may take some time and work."

He was a man of few words, but he was damn good when it came to his work. He'd seen a few of these sound suppressors before and knew he was in for headache. Still, the shop he worked for had a high reputation to keep, and they'd yet to turn down a paying request.

[Godhand]

"That seems fair."

Godhand produced a couple of notes from his wallet and handed them to the blacksmith, along with the silencer.

"I'll be back in a week."

[Arsène]

It was a hell of a job. Whatever hit the silencer had hit it hard and fast, leaving it in pretty rough shape. Several of the expansion chambers had to be replaced, and the entire thing needed a deep soak to clean out clogged filth and built up gas residue.

The worker, called Hawk around the shop because of his attention to detail, was proud when it was all finished. The toughest job of his life; he'd even wrapped the damn thing up in a box, storing it under the front counter for whenever its owner returned.

[Godhand]

True to his word, Godhand returned a week later. He was whistling a tune he'd half-forgotten when he got to the counter. The worker handed him the silencer and he gave the man a grateful nod. It was with interest that he noticed a mask (http://www.approvedgasmasks.com/images/evo5000-mask.jpg) hanging off a nearby rack. It had dark red lenses and Godhand liked the quiet sense of menace that rolled off of it.

"How much for that?"

[Arsène]

"Hell, that thing? Some weirdo pawned it off to us."

Hawk inspected it a little, noting the strange materials and fine craftsmanship.

"It's not native made, and that filter there will protect you from most poison gases. It's fully functional, but depending what you're exposed to you might need to replace the filter every so often." He paused for a second and made an ugly face as he thought about it.

"Shit, one thousand and fifty gold sound good to you?" He had to admit it, it was pretty goddamn scary, and worth every penny.

[Godhand]

"Well hello there."

Godhand walked over to the back of the shop to find a large steel helmet (http://www.bigvanvader.com/), the metal dark and the pauldrons adorned with spikes. He got an otherworldly feeling from the thing. This shop, it seemed, was full of surprises.

"Yeah, I'll take the mask. And this, too; how much?"

[Arsène]

"Someone's got money to spend," he said, smirking a bit.

He looked it over real quickly, noting that the price tag had long worn off. It seemed that the piece had been in the shop for quite some time.

"Five hundred and fifty. It won't make great armor, but it spews smoke and is pretty ornate for a steel piece. Shit, it takes these little cartridges that hold twenty or thirty charges for the smoke, I'll throw one in with the purchase."

Hawk had done a lot of math today, which had never been his strong suit.

"Will that be all?"

[Godhand]

"That'll be all."

Godhand counted out sixteen one hundred gold marks and handed them over, throwing in a ten spot for good service. He then gathered up his new belongings and left.

[Arsène]

"Thank you," it was all he could get out before the man left.

(Godhand loses 2100 GP, gains the Gas Mask, The Helmet/Chest thing, and has repaired his silencer.
Godhand gains 50 EXP.)