After sending a glowering look towards the man-mountain called Rock Hammer, Dex was somewhat surprised to find the jam-covered man awake and functional.<br/><br/>“Guns? Mhm. Maybe. Maybe. It’s in pieces at the moment, though. You’ll have to rebuild it.”<br/>Dex was indeed the epitome of idiocy, but he wasn’t THAT stupid. He knew what happened to tradesmen who sold weapons willy-nilly. Someone asks to take a look, ooh what a pretty rifle, turns out the bastard has bullets on him, then BANG BANG BANG. It was just like what they said: A weapon you can’t use is your enemy’s weapon.<br/><br/>Therefore, he’d taken the surprisingly sensible route of carefully disassembling every weapon he came across and storing each part in several different locations on his person. It was a pretty good scheme; anyone who wanted to buy a gun off Dex would have to wait until he found every piece, re-assemble everything, and<span style="font-style: italic"> then </span>pay extra for the bullets. Oh, so mister customer doesn’t know how to put a gun together? Then mister customer should just walk away, since evidently mister does not deserve a bloody gun. (Probably not true.) If he ever bumped into some untrustworthy customer who did know how to reassemble firearms, then all Dex had to do was to flick some tiny pouch into the snow and then it would be oh my, hand must have slipped, complete accident, stone the crows, now<span style="font-style: italic"> you </span>have pieces of scrap metal and<span style="font-style: italic"> I </span>have a crossbow. (All this was under the assumption that said customer had no weapons to start with, which, frankly speaking, wasn’t too likely.)<br/>He didn’t even<span style="font-style: italic"> use </span>guns, anyway. Never liked the nasty loud things.<br/><br/>Dex carefully held up Lazarus’s jade bracelet and studied it, critically. “Jade, eh? Prosperity and luck to the wearer. Ha.” Around and around the bracelet turned as he appreciated the delicate carvings, the smooth sheen of stone under dried blood, the elegant design.  “..It’s pretty enough, I suppose.” After twirling the trinket a few more times on his finger, he tossed it back. “Tit for tat, luck for gun. I’ll think about it. Yes.”<br/><br/>As an unsteady Lazarus failed to get up on his feet, Dex gawked at the incoming hunters- so many people! So many potential clients! He was going to be busy- he had to be, what with the winter clearance sale coming up. Bouncing a little on his heels as he tried to dispel the cold, he blinked as a thought occurred to him and immediately began to search the woods for something: Minion! Where was Minion? Was he loafing around again, like the lazy assistant that he was? He let out a soft whistle, followed by a hiss of<span style="font-style: italic"> “Minion!” </span><br/><br/>A few seconds later, the young wolf hesitantly made its way across the clearing. It stared at the others, a look of dismay plain on its face- it knew what usually happened when Dex started his little sales. As his master sauntered towards him Minion managed to send a mildly confused “Hrrm?” towards the general direction of Cuan before being swept up in a totally one-sided, whispered argument, interrupted only by the occasional whimper.<br/><br/>Fortunately for Minion, the little scolding didn’t last too long- Dex had been distracted by the sound of Lazarus’s name.<br/><br/>“Lazarus? Lazarus? Oh, you’re the bloke from one of those boring stories Poet was always going on about!” He gave the man a curious look, then nonchalantly asked him a question: “Say, what was it like, coming back to the land of the living?”