Freedom Arms, Thursday

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Herc hadn't worked in anything that could be described as customer service since he was a teenager, so he was taking some time to familiarize himself with the workings of the. Anyone entering Freedom Arms today could probably find him muttering something like, "Now why did you do that?" at the cash register or computer, as Max peacefully dozed or gnawed on a bone in the corner.

Freedom Arms is open.