Pushing open the small wooden door, Casaman glanced at the situation inside the shop—the gnome shopkeeper was sitting behind the counter, just as he had been during previous visits. If it weren't for the bell on the door, the gnome might still be asleep.
"Casaman, aren't you preaching tonight? Why are you coming to my place at this time?" the gnome yawned. He was one of the fences for the Order of the Loving Father, hence his acquaintance with Casaman.
"I'm here to buy some gear. I'm not in charge of tonight's sermon; I have things to do." Casaman said while pulling out his wallet and slapping it onto the counter: "One hundred and twenty rounds of 11mm caliber rifle bullets; a semi-automatic carbine, military issue; and a 357 Revolver, sixty rounds."
