>>5271645>>5271677>>5271776>>5271991>>5272022"How much do you charge for prosthetics?"
"Let's see, and average one around the capital would cost 5 gold coins and a few silver ones, but given how most of them don't really articulate with magnets like mine do..."
"You can make them move using magnets? That's worth at least a few more in my book. How about 7?"
<span class="mu-g">Current Money in hand: 120 gold coins.</span>
"You have that much money on you? Wow, aren't you afraid of getting robbed?"
"With a group like this, our partner isn't afraid of anything, except maybe give us a hand when we need it..." Hyde is seen complimenting you on the same rhythm as he complains, having a few ropes attached to his back.
"PUUUUSH!" They finally managed to get Gunpowder out of the rocks he was in, with all but Zhafira outside of The Pegasus to push them out of the incline.
"I know you have faith on Gunpowder, but do you know how much a caravan full of weapons and people weigh?"
"A lot." He speaks with his head.
"Don't worry, friends. I have a good reason for leaving you hanging, though I do apologise for the delay..." You explain who Rickert is and how you've managed to find him to fix Zhafira's hand.
"Oh, that's just wonderful!" Farnese smiles, seeing how Zhafira will finally have both her hands like she believed she did before. "I'll go get her out of the caravan."
"You sure helping her with her measurements is ok? That's more of a girl thing, isn't it?" Hyde asks.
"The measurement is just the width and size of her wrist, not hip/waist/bust." Serpico explains. "I'd say we got it covered here, you can do something else in the meantime."
Gunpowder helps himself in walking over to Rickert's house, as the retired Falcon goes down in his armory to find a spare hand for the girl.
"Here, this is the smallest size I could find. These things aren't usually meant for girls, but there are some for child soldiers I could use."
Thankfully he already had one ready for use.
"What are you silly people talking about? My hand has never left me!" Zhafira is still convince on not being an amputee, but with Rickert placing the artificial hand on top of her detatched rist, even without strapping it, her eyes widened as she tearfully remembers what happened in her past.
"...My hand...Where did it go...? Father watched me lose it, so he must know where it went to... right?"
"Zhafira, this is your new hand... You don't need to worry about the one you lost." Farnese places a hand on the harlequin's head, reassuring her that the worst is already past her.
"No... I want my old one back..." She sniffles, maybe showing a moment of lucidity as she reminded herself that the past brought her enough pain to stop with her incessant smiling, and that even with a replacement, it was not the same as the real one.
