Gunsmith
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Acid Res: 0 Elec Res: 0 Cold Res: 0 Heat Res: 0 | |
Character
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ID?
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Gunsmith |
Faction
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Merchants' Guild (Loved100 Reputation) |
Demeanor
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neutral |
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Inventory
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Mutations
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Corpse Dropped
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human corpse(favilink error!) (90%) |
Role
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Skirmisher |
A crushed hat brim mantles their eyes and a leather holster rides their shoulder. They roll a lead slug over their leathery knuckles.
Dialogue
You can't go wrong with my slugspitters, (player's formaladdressterm).
Guns, guns, guns! Don't they just make you smile?
(player's formaladdressterm), I tell you: there is no defense like a good, and distant, offense.
Ahh, I love the smell of cordite. You know, that sulfury smell? Accelerants make a fine perfume, if you ask me.
You know, (player's formaladdressterm), I once had an traveler from Yawningmoon tell me my shop smelled of home. Now I want to visit! Hah!
May you find adequate cover and more loot than you can carry, (player's formaladdressterm).
I used to be a wayfarer like you, (player's formaladdressterm), but old wounds slow you down. Cherish the time while you have it.
I wish I could allow you to test my wares in the shop, (player's formaladdressterm), but walk a parasang in any direction and you'll find a target.
Might not want to touch anything on the workbenches, (player's formaladdressterm).
Live, drink, and shoot, (player's formaladdressterm), in whichever order you like.