AK-47

“Okay, how about an AK-47?” You ask finally.

With that same smug grin he pulls one up from behind the counter, “Sure, but unless you have more than those to trade you can’t afford it.” He then puts it away. “Think smaller, or at least simpler. New and modern go for 1000 gold and up, especially magic, what you can afford, well a nice shotgun, bolt action or lever action, think pre-ww2, you do remember earth a bit I’m guessing if you asked about guns.

“Yes I remember earth.” You say indignantly, but as you say it you can’t remember what your name was, or your home town. What seems almost more odd is you aren’t totally sure what your name is and even why you are here. “Things are a bit fuzzy though.” You admit.

He looks you over, “Oh you are an interesting little thing aren’t you. At a glance you are a lesser devil, a shape shifter, like an imp, but not. Looking closer I see you are a soul that lost their body. Here, this will help, 25 gold.” He hands you a potion. “Drink this and concentrate hard on what you look like, you will loose your shapeshifting ability, but with that your form will stabilize and you can start actually learning your own abilities and stop mucking about in the service of others.” You take it and look at it. “Drink it.” He encourages you.