[ Hunk, having just picked up his two asterisks, needed to get geared up. Well, more than the bog-standard kitchen knife and gunblade. Something a little better would be nice, and so here he is.
He sighs upon seeing the bummed-out shopkeep. The guy must get this sorta thing all the time, what with all the newcomers. Hunk feels a lump in his throat from the anxiety, and gulps it down like something out of a cartoon before stepping up to the counter. ]
Ex- uh, excuse me, sorry, what can you tell me about forks?
g - they're both screwed
He sighs upon seeing the bummed-out shopkeep. The guy must get this sorta thing all the time, what with all the newcomers. Hunk feels a lump in his throat from the anxiety, and gulps it down like something out of a cartoon before stepping up to the counter. ]
Ex- uh, excuse me, sorry, what can you tell me about forks?