Bram did his best to hide the disappointment that manyte was not the kind of thing he could just try and work a typical trade for. If he was honest with himself, though, he kind of knew it before he even asked. It would have been too easy, and if it had been too easy, he would have questioned his entire picture he had developed in his head of what the hell was going on around him.<br/><br/>Not that he had any real idea. Lysa and her followers had a rough air about them and figured they were a shady bunch. Still, he had hoped that he might get away with doing this without stealing or fighting. He still hoped for that, actually. But it was becoming more of a challenge to do it.<br/><br/>He glanced at the price list of his goods and looked past the man’s shoulders to the items that hung from the racks and sat on the shelves and table. He’d have to buy something to get some information and had no idea what the stuff he had on him was worth. Bargaining like that was never going to end well, but he had to start somewhere, so he figured he’d start big.<br/><br/>He pulled out his sunglasses a longing look on his face. They had been to numerous rotations overseas. He used to tease rookies about his shades having more combat time than them. It was going to hurt, but he needed some gear and, more importantly, needed the information. “I’ve got these. They protect your eyes from the effects of the sun and dust. They allow you to keep your eyes wide open some of the worst of both. For them, I’ll take that composite bow and two small bandages…and the information you offered.”<br/>