"All refurbished," Harry answered honestly, "Picked 'em up out in the wastes, stripped 'em down and rebuilt them myself. Can't honestly say they'll run as good as new, but I'll stake my name on them being better quality than most you'll find in these parts." As he spoke Harry pulled his satchel around to show the stranger the pile he had inside, which just so happened to also nudge the stunner on his hip forward subtly, just in case the guy got any bright ideas. [b]"Got twelve of 'em right now and could let them go at 200 for the set, or trade if you'd prefer."[/b]

Harry let his eyes drift over to the man's companion, taking in the details as casually as he could so as not to offend her. She was a fine looking beast, the kind he might've tried for a tumble with had it not been for the obvious smell of liquor wafting from her direction. He'd learnt the hard way that a woman who took solace in the bottom of a bottle may be good for a night, but would be far less friendly once the booze's glow dimmed and the pounding headaches started. They also tended to be a little forgetful about little details in the heat of the moment, such as angry husbands, or in one memorable case an angry wife.