Jerrick placed the water down, as he would pick up the cartridge of ammo she had- Cheyenne tactical. "<b>A Cheyenne Tactical piece? Rounds were made specially. Don't make them too often, they are expensive to make, so they'll cost a bit." </b>He said, before looking at what she had. He took the Hell Fang as if he was holding a baby, closing his eyes as he placed his hands on it. "<b>A manually operated, rotating bolt sniper rifle skeleton, M200 series I believe, with a Picatinny rail on the top of its receiver for mounting various optics and scopes. This is a glorious find, They were used for the Old States Marine Corps, a special form of military." </b>He said, as he would place his finger on the rounds. "<b>.408 Cheytec, it would give the .338 and .50 a run for their money. The cartridge is optimized for accuracy by a balance of the rotational and linear drag, which reduces yaw and precession, and keeps the tip of the projectile pointed along the trajectory. You yourself a weapon worthy of calling the absolute- The firing range on this is amazing." </b>He said, setting it down on a cloth rag.<br/><br/>He would then look at the additions to it. His eyes carefully working over it as it came across the end, before his eyes would widen. "<b>You clever thing......Bones of the Vysts are durable stuff, but I've never seen someone with the ingenuity to use it for </b><i><b>balancing </b></i><b>the weapon. Not only that, but using a Hell Cats serrated fang on the end, with a chain that shoots out, is perfect for keeping prey for escaping- Ingenious, I say it again. Risky too, if they are stronger than you are, getting this back would be.....difficult, to say the least. "</b>He said, before holding up a finger as he looked in the back of the room, tapping fingers on several boxes, before setting them down as he sat back down. Now? It was time to talk business, pleasure later, but this was a subject he could get into.<br/><br/>"<b>I could give you the basic .408 rounds, but you look like you'll be needing a.....special touch. In more ways than one." </b>He said, teasingly. He felt it always made people more comfortable if he joked with them, when making a sale, He would then begin opening up two boxes. "<b>Let's talk special ammo." </b>He said, before holding up two bullets. "<b>Hollow Point and Armor Piercing, the Salt and Pepper of the ammo trade- Tear through unarmored targets, but don't do shit against armor, or tear through armor targets and not do much else against regulars." </b>he said, before shaking his head. "<b>But a Lady like you needs a bit of......<i>spark </i>in her life. How about I show my own creations?" </b>He said, before opening up two unlabeled boxes and holding up strange looking rounds.<br/><br/><b>"Light those Vyst bastards up and send them to hell with some incendiary rounds, made from the Ichor sac of a Solunae, with a sparkpowder igniter, sending those thing screaming to a balefire oblivion. " </b>He said, placing them down, before holding up the other one. "<b>This one? Most expensive of them, but so worth it- Titanium composite hollow point rounds, with a Semtex kicker. Explosive Rounds, with enough strength to put a Razerjaw down. Made 'em my self, a whole box will have enough to level a city block." </b>He said, twirling the bullet in his fingers. When she spoke of what she had to trade, he would go through the list in his head, and it was coming daisies- The Ivory from Shkooma would make the perfect jewelry for any of the more civilized, fat was good for oil, thus good for lighting, and the scales could take a hell of a beating.<br/><br/>Still he had to make a living, and breaking even didn't set with him, so he decided to reach out. "<b>Bit short on your end, but not by much. Tell you what- I can cover the last of this, no problem, but in return? I need a favor......and no, not that kind of favor- Tempting though." </b>He said, as he saw her unclip her collar piece. "<b>I gotta do some scouting tomorrow and hunt down some Vyst's that are getting too close to the Trading Post. You work with me on it, we'll split the profits fifty-fifty, both go home happy." </b>He said, sitting down. He would then look towards her Demon Dog, and cock his head to the side, staring at it. It reminded him of the Nightstalkers- Coyote and Rattlesnake mix. Her Demon Dog seemed to be the mix of a large feline and a cobra. The Nightstalkers? Dog-like nature and Rattlesnake venom, along with the rattle, a pack could kill a normal person.  They were, thankfully, further down to the Nevada area.<br/><br/>"<b>Nice hound. What's their name?" </b>He said, before smacking his own head. "<b>Damn- Here I was rambling, and I forgot to introduce myself, no less. Jerrick Banner, I work for Baxter Syo." </b>He said, holding out his hands, trying to be polite.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="536" data-username="@Solunae" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/536/">@Solunae</a>