Gideon kept his expression, flipping the thumbs on his steepled fingers in a gesture of irrelevance towards Andrew's comment on his shooting capabilities before returning them to their original positions.

"With any luck, we wouldn't need to get to that point, especially if our business is just in this town . . . but sure, if its just the tour around here, its easy enough to do. I could do that before going out on a job, hell, I could even do it from here unless you actually want the walk-around. I'll give you some very basic pointers that should hopefully avoid you killing yourself within a few seconds, and give you my interpretations of our little community here and its surrounding environs as I know them . . . And I'll do it for 250 marks in terms of a straight up fee."

Gideon quietly thought that he shouldn't really be charging anything for this information, anyone in this bar COULD provide almost the exact same information, it was mostly advice which most people would get from friends for free. But then, his pragmatic self realized three things: 1) Andrew probably knew better than to look openly like a lamb lost in the woods with wolves all around and therefore wouldn't want to advertise his lack of knowledge too openly by asking everyone in the bar. 2) Knowledge of any kind is power, and power doesn't come for free in any regard, so asking a price for this wasn't the most unreasonable thing in the world. and 3) The price wasn't THAT ridiculous, at least in Gideon's mind. More than a few wannabe Stalkers had met their ends by simply being stupid, there was a blood price to bolster the knowledge's market value slightly above advice you'd just hand out. But then, one could make money off of almost anything in The Zone if you could think hard enough or creatively enough.