https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=or5C2jV1qRc&list=RDGMEMHDXYb1_DDSgDsobPsOFxpA&index=37For 270 NuYen you pick up a decent selection of goods. Best of which being the copper plated revolver that this traveling salesman somehow had in his inventory. “This is a great piece, kid.” He said as he took it out of it’s wooden case. “Six shots with a beautiful copper finish, manufactured way down south in the Free States. Lemme tell ya, it was a hell of a time getting a hold of this beauty.” Rolling out the cylinder, you say “Sure.” As your eye peers through one of it’s six holes. Looks legit enough. You test the hammer, gently thumbing it back before dry firing it.
Smooth as silk.
You buy it, not even bothering to haggle the man down on the asking price. Once he sees that you got a decent amount of coin jangling in your pockets, he then shows you a whole load of stuff. Most of which is junk, of course, although you do spot two items that could be worth your while. One, a pair of sandals with neat little pads on the bottoms. The merchant implores you to try them on, and so you do. A faint <span class="mu-i">whoosh</span> sound emits from the pads as you take a few tentative steps with the sandals. You can barely feel the pebbles and rocks under your sandals as you walk around. You even jump, and with the cushions your ankles barely feel the shock of your feet hitting the ground. You buy these as well.
Finally you come upon what you first mistake for a basket, before the seller informs you that it is a komuso, traditionally worn by monks so that they may discard vanity and ego from their worldly existence. You don’t know about all that, but it would be great for keeping a low profile. Fitting the thing over your massive afro is a bit of a struggle, but eventually it slides over your head. Your vision is somewhat obstructed by it, but not so much as to be debilitating. You fish out the coins from your coin purse and hand them over to the salesman.
Satisfied that you’ve gotten everything of value out of the man, you move on. For now you wear the komuso tied to the back of your neck. You never really noticed it before, but your feet feel a lot comfier on these advanced sandals, that constant soreness being worn away with every step. The road and the sun are your two companions, and you keep an eye on one while the other drifts lazily across the horizon. It is after another three hours of walking that you come upon a surprising sight.
A family, camped along the side of the road. Something about them is… Nostalgic, somehow.
>Approach the family. You can’t shake the feeling that something about this group is familiar.>Ignore them and move along. You can’t just stop and hang around with every group of travelers you run into. You’re on a mission after all. 