Jahir was probably getting too old for this. It had been a long time since he'd last fought, although it wasn't as if he'd spent the intervening years doing nothing. That said, it probably wasn't best to think about the injury in his leg and the intermittent limp he had in cold weather. Those were things he could worry about after he was finished with this unwise, frankly madcap, errand. Jahir entered the shop, the tinkling bell overhead signalling his arrival. He took a few moments as if deliberating, really he was giving himself one last chance to not rush into danger.
... Sod it. "One Purine War Badge, please." Jahi dropped a small bag of keystones on the counter, wondering if and when his recklessness was going to get him killed.
[Paid; 50 KS]
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