The Moto was hard to mistake, the scars that ripped across his face clearly singled him out. As he stepped into Mustaffar's, a large man standing guard next to one of the alcoves caught the eye of the Unicorn cavalryman and nodded meaningfully. Khenbish crossed the small space, a civet wound around his ankles as he greeted the merchant already seated there.
He was invited to sit, and slipped into the alcove, the civet leaping onto the bench beside the cavalryman and sniffing about curiously before growing bored and wandering away again. A pot of coffee, dark and strong as the shadows that consumed Lady Shinjo was quickly brought to the table, the merchant pouring for them both.
The merchant was intending to extend his product line to include the gunpowder weapons favoured by the Mamluk guards who kept order in Little Aqahba. Khenbish's experience with the weapon ran deep, and he found himself talking at considerable length on the firearms.
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Event: Reputation to Acquire, Roll 1
Firearms (3CR, Musket emphasis, Void +1k1, Way of the Ki-Rin +3, Glory +2)
Result: 44 vs TN35, +4 Reputation Points