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Gatz headed straight to a gunmaster's shop. People were eyeing him in the streets as if they had never seen a Khajiit before. As he approached the gunmaster and put his weapons on the disk, the gunmaster shoved them back his way.

"I does not serves killahs", he hissed with an accent and a rather strained vocabulary. "I has seen me share of ya filthy kind plenty o' times before."

Gatz took no offense and shoved the weapons back his way. "Will twenty gold be enough for these to be maintained and well-stocked in ammunition?"

"Didn't ya hear me, murderah? I does not serve ya lot."

Gatz sighed and dropped a bag with fifty gold coins on the disk, it could have been more in it, but he didn't have the patience or the time to count. "Will fifty do the trick?"

The gunmaster gave him a surly stare before he took the gold and the guns. "Theys will be ready in half-a-day, me reckon."

Gold greases all the wheels, thought Gatz and took the rest of his gold to find a suitable tavern to his liking. A tavern seems to be the best place for the Informant to contact me as well.