Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

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Price was at work today, idly sketching stick-figure drawings of what was him fighting strange monsters. He'd been thinking about that offer Lulu had extended him. It would definitely be a challenge. But part of him wondered if it was more than he could handle.

For now, though, he was around. But remember, he'd only sell you a gun if the Price was right...

[ooc: OCD free cause I'm running late. Open post, I promise to reply to all pings after work!]