Legacy of the Pantheruos

Old times...

3rd POV

When Raptor entered the settlement, he immediately went to the gunsmith. The bell above chimed loudly and caught the attention of the man who was sleeping. He woke up and sighed when it was only Raptor. He was possibly the only customer that he enjoyed making ammo for because he didn't need to brag about what they were for. Plus, he saved his son in the other settlement a few years ago, actions like that go a long way and he valued Raptor for doing that even though there wasn't a reward. It's one of the reasons why Raptor had discounts ninety percent of the time, or he would make the rounds and shells for free.

"Oh it's you... thought it was the boss." He chuckled.

"I need more custom rounds. I'm running low and need them before I leave." Raptor said.

"More? You just came here like four months ago to get more. How often do you use them?" The gunsmith asked.

"..." Raptor said nothing which made the other man sigh.

"Still as quiet as ever. Anyways, you know the drill after all these years. Do what you do, I'll have these up by tomorrow. How many you want?" The gunsmith asked as he reached to his side and began to drink some water out of his bottle.

"Sixty." Raptor answered.

"Pfffft!" The gunsmith spit the water from his mouth to the side and started to cough roughly. Raptor just watched him cough before recovering himself a bit then staring at the Soldier with wide eyes.

"Sixty?! That's three times as much as you usually want! Do you know how long it'll take?" He asked.

"Three to four days or fifty hours without sleeping." Raptor answered.

"That was a rhetorical question, ya golem." The gunsmith sighed.

"..." Raptor just stared at him quietly before going around the store and inspecting some of the items.

"Alright, it'll take me three days to make all these. Just need to remember what you put in there to give them that kick. You're lucky I like you, otherwise you'd be waiting a week." The man pointed at him.

"Thank you." Raptor said in his normal tone before walking out of the store. He heard the gunsmith say something before he went around the settlement to get supplies. His first stop was the gunsmith so that was out of the way, his next would be the family that he returned Myne to in order to have his cloak tended to, the next stop after that would be the store to get more food, and his final stop would be the guild to get a bounty or two to complete while his Dust ammunition was being crafted. The people of the settlement practically adored him whenever he dropped by, even if it was for a few days or a week they recognized him immediately and always gave him friendly gestures while he just nodded at them.

The walk to the family's house took several minutes considering they were on the poorer side but he eventually made it. Their house was old by the looks of the wood but he didn't mind, there were some spots that had been repaired or replaced indicating they were at least trying to improve their conditions. When he walked up the steps, he knocked on the door three times and the father immediately opened it, widening his eyes before smiling.

"What brings you here? I mean, you're welcome here but you usually stay in the higher end of the settlement." He said.

"My cloak has taken damage and is in need of repair. I would appreciate it if you are able to tend to it." Raptor said, straight to the point. His voice never changed from its calm tone. He wasn't cold to civilians as he learned that it often put them at unease and usually wasn't beneficial when he held a conversation with them. Putting them at a state of unease usually meant they wouldn't give him the needed item or favor when he needed it. It was better to have a calm, collected voice as opposed to his cold, defensive one he had when he met a new person. The father picked up on this fairly quickly when he first met the man as did the mother.