TheDuck stepped out into the busy streets, coat hangin’ heavy on his shoulders and a cigar burnin’ slow between his teeth. He looked around at the faces passin’ by and gave a small nod.

“Name’s TheDuck.”

He tipped his hat back slightly, a crooked grin settin’ in.

“I’m outta Brooklyn, New York… owner of Duck’s Arms & Ammo.”

He took a drag from the cigar and let the smoke drift into the air.

“If you’re lookin’ for good iron, fair prices, and a man who knows when to keep his mouth shut…”

He tapped ash to the pavement.

“…you know where to find me.”

He adjusted his coat and gave the crowd one last look.

“Pleasure makin’ your acquaintance.”

With that, TheDuck disappeared back into the crowd, cigar smoke trailin’ behind him.