The Beretta lay before him in pieces, field stripped and ready for another meticulous daily cleaning in the privacy of his room at the Penny Moon. It was the only place he dared break down the weapon and allow himself to be vulnerable, making certain to lock his door before dismantling the pistol.
He sighed, loathing the unpredictable nature of RhyDin that was both a curse and blessing. It was the one town he could rely upon for work whenever he came through. There certainly wasn't a shortage of people in RhyDin in need of a man with a gun. Still, oftentimes the risk outweighed the reward. His previous employer had pulled a fast one, stiffing him for half his pay and expecting him to leave with a smile on his lips. As much as the unexpected pay cut bothered him it would've been worse if it weren't for the fact his next job was already lined up. After receiving his first installment he could afford to make the necessary preparations. His trunk was recovered from storage and delivered to his room at the Penny Moon and a mage had been found to craft him several specialty rounds that filled the slots adorning his leather gun belt.
Events in RhyDin always seemed to escalate quickly. In the span of a week he had dealt with a crooked employer, been accosted in a back alley by a female vampire, made a deal with a new employer who seemed to have more trouble than she could handle, been shot at, and shared his bed with one of the most unique women he had ever met. That left him wondering just what the next week would hold as he began reassembling the Beretta.
He sighed, loathing the unpredictable nature of RhyDin that was both a curse and blessing. It was the one town he could rely upon for work whenever he came through. There certainly wasn't a shortage of people in RhyDin in need of a man with a gun. Still, oftentimes the risk outweighed the reward. His previous employer had pulled a fast one, stiffing him for half his pay and expecting him to leave with a smile on his lips. As much as the unexpected pay cut bothered him it would've been worse if it weren't for the fact his next job was already lined up. After receiving his first installment he could afford to make the necessary preparations. His trunk was recovered from storage and delivered to his room at the Penny Moon and a mage had been found to craft him several specialty rounds that filled the slots adorning his leather gun belt.
Events in RhyDin always seemed to escalate quickly. In the span of a week he had dealt with a crooked employer, been accosted in a back alley by a female vampire, made a deal with a new employer who seemed to have more trouble than she could handle, been shot at, and shared his bed with one of the most unique women he had ever met. That left him wondering just what the next week would hold as he began reassembling the Beretta.