@Eviledd1984The woman looks more worried than anything, "Who are you talking to? Why would you want to go into the fire?"
@HHHippo"Oh, yeah. I got weapons." The man says, walking around behind a raised flowerbed and picking some items up.
He holds a tarnished, brown-metal gun up indicatively. It appears to be a long-barreled trophy rifle, with circular sights and everything, but put together from bits and pieces of metal and fine-tuned by hand, then takes out two vaguely golden shells, which look to be rather more like small sculptures than large bullets.
"This is the Sleeper." The man says, "Seems to be pretty standard fare for a gunsmith in a cave in some other part of this multiverse. He spends all his time making guns and bullets and ranting about bringing peace to defiant souls or some shit. In my experience, one of his shots fired out of one of his guns can take down just about anything, although they'll take a lot longer to die if you don't hit anything vital, but they definitely
will die from the gunshot... Needless to say, this one'll probably cost quite a bit more."
He points the gun down, puts the bullets in his pocket, and leans on it as he bends down to pick up a shovel. It's rather old, but the sides appear to have been diligently sharpened, as made apparent by the paint seeming scratched off along the edges. A rudimentary but very off-putting "angry face" has been spraypainted on the back, either by a very disturbed child or a mildly spastic adult. There's some blood in its "teeth" where someone or something was bludgeoned with it.
"One of the cults that war with each other out in the wastelands believe God blessed humanity with a magic shovel that gives the wielder berserker powers and scares away fire... This definitely
isn't that shovel, if it exists, it's one of the war-shovels that their priests use. I'm sure you could really fuck someone up with it anyway."
Hands full, the sound of metal rattling over a stone can be heard as he kicks a thick metal hook along the floor in Nicholas' direction. It's covered in small indents, as if it were forged on an anvil.
"And lastly, the good ol' crowbar. For fighting, scavenging, and getting in and out of places other people don't want you to."
He smiled a showman's smile, acting as his own impromptu weapons display, but his smile faded as he got back on track and remembered that his customer asked another question.
"As far as how and why you're here, I have no idea. I wouldn't doubt there's a planeswalker around here who wanted to build a hotel on this hotspot with some ulterior motives. I mean, they could've rebuilt the hotel to contain the... Anomalies, but I'm not sure that's the deal. Or even if anyone owns this... Sometimes anomalies make just enough sense to make a building appear, create jobs, and invite people over. That's just unusual, though. And I'm sure you can leave,
if you get the limo to drive you back, but this building and the surrounding property is the most stable area around, in the sense that there are actual consistent rules to travelling around. You'll almost always end up here if you cloud up your mind in your room, and almost always end up in a certain other place if you do it in somebody else's room. But if you get out in the woods, or take a boat too far out on the water, there's no telling where you'll go, or how to get back."