Randy, who was balancing the shop and reading books to refresh his knowledge of forgery throughout the day, devised a plan to try and rent the fires and anvil of a local forgery he had heard of. North of his stall. He had closed the shop, locking everything up and took a book, the rapier and everything he keeps on him such as his satchel. And with that, he set of towards the forge. Although, a lot this market came down to winding alleyways and confusing crossroads, this hub of commerce and trade was a spiders web of paths inside, it's amazing that the regulars can find their way around here. The Junker managed to wind up in some shitty alleyway, which was dark and narrow. He gripped his things close, in case of pickpockets. It was then something caught his eyes, three inhuman shadows seemed to slink from side to side, and slowly closing in on him. The three revealed themselves. Reptilian humanoid teenagers, each showing off some shiv they had all fashioned. One of them spoke up. "Where ya goin' missster? You lossst or what?" He interrogated. Randy glared at the kid. "You don't wanna start something kid. Go home." He said, while putting the rapier and book on the ground. "I'm not here to spill blood." He commented as he pulled out two brass gauntlets out of his satchel. He put each of them on, each with a mechanical whir as he pulled a small switch down on each of them. "Don't make me use these."