As Penn was trying to sell Lina a 'cannon', clearly realizing the young girl knew next to nothing about the weaponry, he was taking advantage of her lack of knowledge, two figures walked outside of the shop, one of them spoke loudly. "Hey, I think Penn's being a dick again!" one, gruff, clearly intoxicated voice shouted, loudly, Penn had a stern look on his face, he mouthed 'shit'. The door swung open, and in walked the alcoholized, white-haired swordsman, his wooden katana on his shoulder. "Penn! My maaaan!" The guy shouted.

"You selling cannons again!"

"Trying to, yes.."

"To a girl? PFF"

"... Isaac, what do you want?" The shopkeeper asked, as the swordsman clearly ignored him

"Hey, little lady! You want the biggest possible cannon, as big rounds as possible!" He said, waving in the air to indicate just how big cannons he meant. Only for him to get patted on the shoulder, by a man in a brow leather duster and a cowboy hat on his head, he had shoulder-length copper-colored hair, rough features on his face, and a three-point eyepatch over his left eye. He had a rifle slung over his shoulder - a much fancier one than Lina carried. She might also spot the shotgun holster on his right thigh, with the gold-studded stock of the double barrel sawed-off shotgun fitted inside. On his hip hung a revolver in a holster, and his belt was studded with bullets.

"Isaac, get the hell out of here. Don't you have gambling to do at the Cauldron?"

The white-haired man with the sword, Isaac nodded. "Guess I do, Jeko's probably waiting." The drunk said, as he scurried out.

"Sorry about him." Kuhn said, tilting his hat to the girl. "He's kind of an idiot. Too much booze."

"You want one of the ones with the bronze-plating, and the extra-hardened firing mechanisms. They're faster to load, less likely to misfire, not to mention having the greatest range and power of the [i]selection[/i] of cannons in this town." the man said, as Penns' eyes widened and he got frustrated, started stomping on the counter. "Hey! KUHN! She doesn't need your elitist gunner tips! I know what's best for the lady!"

Kuhn glared at him, a hand on his left hip, as if he was reaching for his gun. "You really sure you do, Penn? I've seen you scam people plenty before. Don't make me report your scamming to Goldenrod. You're already late on this weeks payment. Give this girl the Quartz Discount, and I'll forget about your temper." The gunman, Kuhn threatened the shopkeeper, whom calmed down, seeing reason rather quickly. "And you best make sure to help her get it to her boat and set it up, too."

Kuhn then walked over to the counter, and picked up a box of bullets. "And these are mine." He said, putting a few bills on the counter. "Give me a shout if you ever need help with the guns." Kuhn said, to the girl, flashing a smile "Name's Kuhn, you'll find me in the barracks."