“Of course! Of course! Stocking up, are we?” He gave Perses a wink. “You happen to have any aluminum vials available?” Since you’re here, might I interest you in something more?” I just so happen to have the parts needed for this bad boy. ”Excellent! This should only take a few days to put together. “It looks…sufficient.” He hoped that Venser’s skills were what that said they were. Perses’ brow furrowed, his steelsight not being of any use. Returning, he unfurled a piece of paper on a nearby workbench. He walked away, his leather boots making a rhythmic thumping on the hardwood floor. “Well why didn’t you tell me that? I have just the weapon.” Venser’s confusion dissipated, his look of confusion being replaced with a grin.
“Wouldn’t that hurt the bullet velocity?” Some made of aluminum, some made of the densest metal you can use.” Something that can be easily concealed, but can neutralize even thugs with a precise enough shot.” He smelled much too refined for this area. The Thaylan man had a peculiar accent, which was oddly soothing to Perses. For the Scadrian District underground, however, he was the best black market weapon smith in the area. Venser was renowned in the Mistwarrens for providing anything a metalborn would need, from vials to bracers, even selling the rare medallion, if he managed to get his hands on one. “I’ve heard that you can make any weapon imaginable, for the right price.” Perses, The Corridor, The back room of The Silver Dagger
