A gleam, like something of a challenge accepted, touched the merchant's eye though he kept his own face poker-stoic. "Two twenty-five," he said, eyeing Drake.

Cal glanced at them and then the weapon in question, but he decided to let Drake handle things. He really had no gauge for prices to know if it was fair or overpriced, and he was certain that the merchant had been dealing for quite some time that he was a difficult read.