"You sure about this boss? I haven't ever seen you use a pistol before, let alone several of them." I occaisionally visited my store over the years, at least enough for the employees to know I was the true owner of the place, and for them to make some obvious assumptions.
"I don't sell things I don't know how to use Rico, I'll be fine." I had aquired several of the hanlon eight round revolvers (by that I mean four) plus ammo, I wasn't exactly expecting to go to war or anything, but without magic I wanted to be prepared.
"Its your funeral." Optimism like this always warmed my heart, if I still had one to warm (I think I do, maybe). I wasn't lying either! I knew how to use firearms, I had taken time to become familiar with them in case what happened to me happened to me (well it was more in case I got shackled and had to use a pistol or something, I never assumed some blind jerk would lock my power inside of me, its not a scenario you plan for normally). I did have to change my clothing to better synch up with carrying pistols (because robes can get caught in the hammer on a draw, and honestly you don't look as cool wearing a robe and carrying a pistol, you look like an idiot). So I was wearing a pair of slacks, a dress shirt and pinstripe vest (the vest because I still had to have some fashion). Thankfully Ronerawth had no laws against openly carrying weaponry, so I was able to just walk around with my pistols in their various holsters (one on each hip, one in a shoulder clutch on my left hand side, and the last one in a rear holster right above my ass. I'll admit the ass one was a bit sketchy kept worrying I'd sit down and put a hole in myself)
I wasn't even a block away from my store when some trouble found me. I had been walking because I'd taken the train to Rolak and I had my horse stabled back in the prince's lands, also I wanted to carry the heft of my new equipment. It definately felt more intrusive than my sword normally did, they also kind of jingled when I walked, which definately was a more audible prescence than the sword. I did feel a lot safer though even magic less, which is probably why I walked right into the ambush I did. Because when you feel safe is right before the rug gets pulled out from under you. And that's what I'll talk about tommorrow, because thats how I am with you little journal!
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