The Answer to Every Question is "More Punch".

[BlackAndBlueEyes]

As the small silver bell above the door sent a small tink! ringing throughout my store, I looked up from the register.

He wore a well-traveled leather jacket and a hat with the brim pulled slightly over his eyes, both averting suspicion and at the same time attracting it.

Nell simply looked at me. "I need you to go out back for a second and check on our stock of Ni'Jian's new novel. Bring up a few copies, please. The table by the door is looking a bit empty." The bubbly blond left without a word.

The stranger approached the counter, and without a word, set a small paper package in front of me. I took it and tore the tweed bindings off, unveiling a little order I had put in a few days ago through an old contact.

In my hands sat a pair of steel knuckles, the silver finish catching a glint of afternoon sunlight coming from the shop windows. On the arc formed by each particular knuckle sat a quarter-inch, square-sided, unpainted mythril spike, four spikes per set.

A thin, devious smile crossed my face. Without looking at the stranger, I said, "They're beautiful. How much do I owe you?"

[Revenant]

"Fee is 475 coin, miss," the stranger replied, his calloused resting casually on the table, waiting.

[BlackAndBlueEyes]

Without giving it a second thought, I reached underneath the counter, producing a small leather pouch. I counted out the fee, and dropped the gold into the stranger's outstretched hand.

"Thank you," I politely said as I slipped on the knuckles, swinging my fists in the air as if I were in the Citadel, shattering some poor sucker's jaw with a swift hook.

[Revenant]

"Thank you kindly, miss," the stranger said, the coins disappearing into his dusty leather. "Have yourself a good day, love, and don't hesitate to call again if our services are needed."

Transaction concluded.
BlackandBlueEyes spends 475 gp and gains a pair or silvered steel knuckle dusters with four quarter-inch long mythril spikes each.

[Letho]

GP deducted.