"You sure you can't do any better?" "Listen what I have is what I have and I don't have any clue who you are" To be fair at this point with Banshee being reset 44 times it's safe to assume he doesn't remember five minutes ago.. "What were we talking about?" Kaize shook his head, if he had eyes they'd be rolling. "Look man, I've been out in space for a while took a reset, lil vacay, so I'm short on glimmer what would you say the fastest way would be? And please don't say th-" Before the hunter could finish his plea the gunsmith was already pointing with sadistic glee at the bounty board. Kaize slumped over to the board staring at the time wasting monotonous things Banshee was schlubbing off to broke guardians. But even the bounties had a price. "Come on dude a thousand glimmer to shoot 30 dregs in the kneecaps and you only get 250 glimmer back! That's a rip!" "Take it or leave it" Banshee said as he polished a barrel stabilizer that had already been polished five times. Kaize strolled down across the bridge and through a plaza. He sat down on a set of steps and asked his ghost "What do you think out next move should be? We need to fight but I need knives, and good ones." As he was talking a guardian walked down the stairs with a massive slab of metal on her back, a sword that demanded respect and was half of the size of the warlock stumbled past them and down a hallway where he heard a voice he hadn't heard in ages. "Alright alright alright!" "Laurian, I think an old friend will help us out." He darted for the hallway hoping for oldtimes sake, he had some of that Broodworm whiskey, or at least a job opportunity or two. "Hey buddy? Gotta how's a guy get his hands on one of those?" The Drifter stretched out his arms in surprise after a short laugh followed by a little profanities. "You looking like a sight straight out of the dark ages brother, let's get you a drink"