You always need more bullets.

[It pulled just a touch of a fond smile to the corner of his lips, though if weapons were hard to come by, that would need to be rectified. It might be his second order of business once he had assessed this place based on its merits and flaws.]

So it would seem I might have to brush up on some old skills of mine.

[Knife skills. He wasn't much of a fighter and never cared to be. There were other ways to survive the Undercity, but he knew his way around weapons as needed.

He hobbled his way into the inn with assistance, his mismatched eyes moving around to drink in their surroundings. This was quite the quaint little place, wasn't it? He wondered how much it was worth, and he settled for pondering that as he eased himself down on the bench gratefully. His feet remained flat on the floor, but he leaned over almost immediately to only hold himself up by his elbows to his knees.

It was only then he allowed himself to breathe as hard as he needed to in order to catch his breath. It was a mistake to force himself to appear strong on the walk, but he had his pride. Sometimes that's all he had.]

Is this where all the new criminals come when they wash up?