Okay, uh. Then why do you look like you're about to lose your screws over some screws?

[sun, god, don't call Alex out on his embarrassment, that's just rude. and like getting an idea in his head is a surefire way to make him follow through on anything, he actually takes a look at the heap of stuff there.]

You got any long metal poles?

[it'd make a beginner's rod, for sure- but nothing of the sort fits. Sun can probably chain a few pieces together and fasten them with a washer. don't look at him like that, merchant. he's an excellent weapon maker.

either way, he trades silver pieces for some pieces made of... not silver, he's guessing, and he looks around for a place that would be good and proper not to whack someone in the face if you swung a weapon. the docks district might work.]

Give me... like... maybe ten minutes and I'll have something here.