Winters had a smile on his face, and without even having to open his mouth, Caman already knew what he was going to say.
"Mr. Fuller," Caman coughed, somewhat hesitantly: "The Baron does not buy firearms."
"Ah?" Fuller was taken aback, "Then what does His Excellency want to buy?"
"The Baron only buys the barrels."
...
It wasn't until the evening that Winters, Caman, and their two bodyguards returned to the inn.
As soon as he got off the carriage, Winters was inspecting it back and forth, nearly to the point of undressing and crawling underneath it to check.
"What's the matter?" Caman asked curiously: "Is someone hiding under the carriage?"
"Nothing much." Winters frowned, "By the way, did you feel that this carriage was bumpier than the one we rode yesterday?"
Caman thought for a moment, "A bit."
"Just a bit?" Winters vigorously shook the carriage.
