Dark Heresy Game 2 - The Reign of Iron

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**Dastardly Dave**

"A Jacket sir? Ooh, suits you sir. What material would you like sir? I can do you padded leather sir. Perfect that would be sir, padded leather. A bit of extra protection sir, for only 150 thrones. Ooh, suits you sir."

The vendor grabs a tape measure from around his neck and begins to measure Var for clothing size.

"May I ask what you are in Laskin hive for sir?"

**BaronRichthofen**

"Felix, do you think I can rustle up 150 thrones for a new suit by tomorrow? You might want a suit too." Var smiles. He's been in holding cells since his "recruitment" into his new job. He is really looking forward to being back on the outside. Var knew he was a new man, with his fancy job, and his powerful new boss. Var wasn't running with some filthy underhive gang, knocking over promethium refueling points anymore.

"Sounds great! I'm going to really like Laskin. I'm happy to do some business here." Val says to the shop keeper. "And don't forget... lots of pockets."

**Red9**

" *URP* Oi thar shopkeep! This jjackert soots me taystuh jes dandy, i ber willon ter takin off year hand s for a throon!" Solomon shuffles thru his pockets lookin for the last gelt he has. His intoxicated mind is easily distracted by the lint and various other bits of nonsense he discovers instead.

**VikingScott**

"Shopkeep, I would like a trench coat. Floor length." Issac shows him what he means with various gestures. "With a hood if possible and plain black."

**Dastardly Dave**

The shopkeeper turns to Soloman on hearing his drunken rambling. "Been out on the town have we sir? Tell you what sir, my great friend across the street would be delighted to make your aquaintance, he just loves people like you sir. Why don't you go and see him sir?"

The vendor grinned and turned to Isaac, "Trench coat sir? Suits you sir." He walks over to a clothing rack and selects a large trench coat. "Leather sir, and I can sew a hood on for tommorow for an extra 5 thrones. Yours for 30 thrones sir. Including the hood."

**BaronRichthofen**

"I noticed you drawing as we came in," Var says to the shopkeeper. "Is that for work, or for pleasure?"

**VikingScott**

"30 thrones" Issac mussed

"if you sell it to me for 25 thrones I could bless a piece of tech for you maybe?" Isaac offered looking at the coat.

**Dastardly Dave**

"Bless my tech sir? No thank you sir, I have to keep neutrality sir. Very kind of you though sir. 30 thrones it is sir."

He turns to Var "Technical drawings sir, of a suit sir, would you like to buy it sir? Suit you it would sir. That'll be 50 thrones sir." He holds out a hand, expecting payment for the suit he was drawing.

**Luke_Prowler**

Uriah looked around the shop, and the different styles and colors. Uriah would admit that he would never understand 'fashion'. "I just need a simple jacket, nothing fancy, preferably something cheap. and, uh..." Uriah double checked the room "Do you have anything that a little more protective than just padded clothing?"

**VikingScott**

"30 thrones it is then" Isaac sighs handing over the money and slipping on the jacket.

**Dastardly Dave**

"awfully kind of you sir" says the shopkeep, pocketing the money with a wry smile.

"we have Leather and heavy leather sir, for your everyday needs." He draws Uriah to one side, losing his odd mannerisms in an instant. "For the discerning customer who is willing to pay, we also have a selection of more 'unusual' items, shall we say. They are certainly not cheap though sir, and I'll need a little 'persuasion' before I'll let you see them."

**Luke_Prowler**

"Yes, of course" Uriah said, not at all surprised but gave a half hearted smiled anyway. He pulls 30 thrones from his pockets and shows them to the shop keep "I'm sure a considerate and generous man such as yourself is only concerned with my health"

(Charm test)

**BaronRichthofen**

Var, realizing the group is tapped for cash, needs to think fast.

"Well, there, my good shop keeper, I'll gladly pay you once the suit is finished. I'm afriad my cash is tied up in a business agreement right now, but once I speak with a few people who owe me money, a great deal of money in fact, I might be in the market for more of your fine clothes. Just look at all the business my friends and I are doing here today! I'm sure you can understand, such a savvy business man like you, the way commerce works. I can be back the day after tomorrow with the full amount, good sir, the full amount, and maybe a little extra if I like what you have made." (Blather Test)

**VikingScott**

"I'm sure a bussiness man of your stature wouldn't mind waiting a little bit considering how much money we just spent in this place" Isaac intoned, looking very comfortable in his new coat.

**Dastardly Dave**

The shopkeeper holds out his hand surreptitiously. "thank you sir, that's very kind of you to be so concerned with your own health. Perhaps you could help me with mine?" He waits for 15 thrones to drop into his hand. "Now, if you'll just wait there sir, I'll deal with your friend here, and escort you to the special items shortly."

The Shopkeeper turns to Var. "I'm afraid not sir, what if something happened to you and you didn't come back? That's a very nice auto pistol you have there, what if I were to take that for a day and give it back with the clothes in exchange for the money?

**Luke_Prowler**

Uriah gives 15 thrones to the shop keep, then waits for other matters to be settled. He didn't like such underhanded tactics, but sometimes this happens.

**BaronRichthofen**

Var drops the magazine out of the autopistol, pockets the ammo, and hands the empty pistol to the shopkeeper.

"I'm very fond of that pistol, fine sir," Var says. "I'll be back soon with the money and I'll expect the suit and pistol in good working order. I hope nothing disturbs our mutually agreeable relationship."

**Randomonioum**

Zek, who was standing next to Solomon the entire time, turns to him and says "Le's jump dis place, 'n go get gakfaced, what ya' say to tha'? Fancy clothes is for frakkers, 'nyway."

**Red9**

"Zzekk my boy, I dyo enyoo yer stylinz fer intertaynen purposessz. Thar za joint dun the strit that be servin a bit o' me favorit gutrot." He says as he stumbles out of the store with Zek. After about a block of walking, or stumbling and tripping in the case of Solomon, the duo reach another run down looking establishment. "The Party Meets" was a habshap of what appeared to be tarps and railing held together by poorly tied knots and pieces of rough sheet metal.

"Howsh me Interlergernta jerket look on me? Lits gah insurd anb hab a few spiritz amunga frends." He says, pulling Zek inside.

**Dastardly Dave**

"Thank you sir, your clothes will be ready by tommorow. Now my good sir... " He turns to Uriah "If you'll just come with me. Alone. He walks off to a door in the side and takes Uriah through.

**Randomonioum**

Zek suddenly stops, and pats his pockets. "Gak, wait, Sol, you go' any coin, I seem ta' be down to ma' las' 'un!"

**Red9**

"Eee gort 'un leff tah. Them Horly Mans beend coaverin me teb all doiy doh."

**Randomonioum**

"I 'spose we better go get sum' coin, 'eh? There's gotta be some petty fella's 'round 'ere who'll be persuade' to part wit' it, in exchange fer' their life, 'eh?"

**Red9**

"Tis good oin ya tat I brot alung me shuvul. Meks it a bit eezee yor ta nab tha 'dropped chanj'! HAHAHahaha!"

**Randomonioum**

"'Eh, I like th' way ya' thinkin'! Le's ge' this 'voy on the run, go find us 'sum 'loose change'!"

**VikingScott**

Isaac leaves the shop and looks around him.

**Dastardly Dave**

The Shopkeeper emerges from the door, with a decidedly larger purse of money. Uriah is carrying a large packet containing an unknown item. Seeing as you have no more business with the shopkeeper he bustles you out of the shop, telling you to come back tommorow.

**Luke_Prowler**

Uriah walks out of the store, package under his arm, with a small smile on his face. His wallet might be worse for wear, but he'll be fine. He followed the others out, noticing a few were missing. He let out a sigh. "No rest for the wicket, I see"

**BaronRichthofen**

Val stands in front of the store.

"Shall we take a look around? I'll stick with you learned gents," says Val. He's still on the lookout for ammo...

**Luke_Prowler**

Uriah looked over to Val and nodded "I'd suggest not splitting the group up too much...although I see that two of our group have already flown the coop. Although I'm sure that can handle themselves. Let keep looking around and find something a little cheaper"