Circe was going over her funds. She'd gotten a few things of usefulness. And made some, even if that suit still needed silk lining, the 2 clips for the Soviet surplus were doing fine.

Speaking of surplus, she'd stumbled upon another Makarov, bringing her arsenal of niners up to 3. She really should see about using them for barter in the Hedge. They were cheap-ish. Checking online for things that could match the price left over in the spreadsheet, Circe found a shocking discovery. Something in her price range that covered almost every part of the body for protection.

And fuck Batman, going out in hockey pads was better then nothing. And was cheap. The Fairest wasn't thinking of a Mad Max esque army of Summers charging Them in sports equipment. She wasn't thinking about shouting "who runs barter town" while wearing a mohawk equipped football helmet.

No, she was thinking that it was something desperate hobs would buy and she'd not be at a major loss. Most of the illegal arms she could sell to hobsgoblins would cost her money. Exchange rates between Hedge and Ironside were horrible.

Circe probably could get precious stones and metals from some hobgoblins, but she was familiar with the awkward side of it. Trading a rifle for golden teeth was unpleasant. She had to melt the gold down to resell it. Though if the shit didn't work to protect, well. She placed an order for 1 set. Circe giggled in anticipation. If this worked, she could make bank. Why didn't she think of this before?

Oh, right. Circe's shoulders and ears droop. Her old motley had given her the funds to not care about losses.