Griff took the box and the awesomely crafted riffle to the workshop straight away, there were a lot of people around doing their own thing so Griff just ignored them, and how could he not, he had an expertly crafted rifle. The workshop was all over the place, but it had to have some sort of order, so Griff worked piece by piece and returned everything to how it was, it made the modification process much longer than expected but at least he would avoid getting into more debt and trouble. First he disassembled the rifle, got to know the ins and outs of the rifle,  then he took the cartridge and, sadly, modified it, it was almost unbearable to modify such a great piece, but Griff would modify it to an even better model (in his tastes anyway), while working, he attracted the attention of some of the inhabitants, they laughed at his modifications, he showed the versatility of them, and they corrected him on power output, they exchanged ideas, stories, laughs, drinks and finally, they got him drunk, well they all ended up drunk and asleep, the rifle finished and ready, next to them.