The Town in there sights both Dipp and Oliver find themselves stuck in their tracks. Towering stone buildings littered the town. Accompanied by lush gardens scattered around town two found themselves breathless. "This place is amazing..." Dipp says, walking down the beaten path. Couples walk past, each wearing some form of luxury clothing avoiding eye contact with the two.

"Your right Master Dipp this place is something. But I don't believe we're appreciated here too much. We should find some work." Oliver suggests noticing the disgusted looks of those dressed in lavish clothing. Together they stand at the border of the town, building's insight already.

"Where do we start, though. This place seems massive." Dipp asks looking over the buildings over and over, trying to decipher where they might find work. Oliver, walking down the road, taking in each sign he comes across while his short master trudged behind taking in the scenery for both of them.

"Master Dipp, this place may help us," Oliver says, looking up at a large wooden sign plastered on a building. The sign read 'The Imp's Inn' burned into the wood with over cursive writing. Walking inside a bell rang as they pushed open the door. Oliver, closing the door behind his master. A man looked at the two with a scrunched up face. Behind the counter was a man wearing an extravagant suit and bowtie.

"Hello, there. My master and I are new here and short on coins. Do you know of any work available around here?" Oliver asks the gentleman.

"There's always work around here, outside the sheriff's office you'll find a bounty board. Something there may suit you." He says in an arrogant tone looking over the pair's clothes with superiority. "Now please, this Inn has standards, so if you wouldn't mind." Before the man could finish kicking the pair out, a loud bang echoed through the room. The bell atop the door rolling across the floor. Without delay, the man behind the count raised his hands.

"That's right. Keep ya hands up high, and you won't die today. you two better follow his lead!" A large man with a scruffy beard in overalls yelled, pointing his metal weapon at the pair. Dipp and Oliver not quite sure what his weapon could do raised their hands. Following the innkeepers, they stood still hands raised. Silence filling the room as they watched the robbed tread towards the counter. "Now Innkeeper, hurry and get me some cash before I blast your face off" He growled to the Innkeeper. His back to Dipp and Oliver they looked at each other in confusion. Dipp, looking to Oliver, nodding over and over. After a quiet sigh, Oliver nods back at his small master. Without delay, Oliver charges the Robber. A hefty punch he knocks the man to the floor. The weapon falls to the floor. "What the hell?!" Yelling as he fell hard.

"Nice work!" Dipp yelling as ran for the man's weapon. Unsure how to use or hold the gun he fumbles it around. Trusting his instincts, he finds a comfortable way to aim the weapon. The robber to his feet glaring, fists clenched swings towards Oliver. The two take hit for each from each other in a street brawl style fight. " Move, and I'll blast your face off" He yelled imitating the own man's threat.

"Woah Woah, little guy. Put the gun down" The man speaking as politely as he can. Dipp unsure how the weapon worked felt the contraption over keeping sight of the man, startling himself as a loud bang filled his ears. His hands shaking, he drops the gun, unsure of what he'd done. "Ahh, shit, shit shit. You shot my blood leg you ahh" The man yelled in pain on the floor. The robber gripped his shin as he rived on the floor in pain. Blood pouring out of the wound.

"Mr InnKeeper, you should call the authorities before this man dies" Oliver speaking with a cold tone. The Innkeeper, nodding in agreement as he heads out the door. Dipp, looking as his hands, still able to feel the vibrations rushing through his body. He could have killed a man in cold blood. Dipp, Looking over the man, his stomached plunged in guilt. The pair stood in silence, watching over the robber on the floor.

"What the hells going on in here!" A middle-aged man yelled as he walked inside with the InnKeeper at his side. Looking over the room, he sighs in frustration. "Is this the idiot the tried robbing you?" The man says, rubbing his forward over and over. Heavy footed he walks toward the injured robber. Grabbing his shoulder with his strength and raising him from the floor up to his level. “Are you stupid. Why would you rob the sheriff's brother? you realise how dumb that is right?”. The Sheriff ridiculed the failed robber as he walks him towards the door, unsympathetic of his injury. "I'll sort this fella out. I'll have a word with you two in a moment. Don't go anywhere. '' Stopping in his tracks leaving them with a threat before continuing to carry the man away.

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With the sheriff and robber gone three stood in silence, an awkward air filling the room. "Uh, sorry about my brother he's got a little temper, now before you leave, can I do anything to repay you?". The InnKeeper says hoping to repay his debt to his saviors.

“No, no okay we don’t-” Dipp beginning to answer the innkeepers question only to have Oliver step forward.

“If you could help arrange for new clothing for us you can consider your debt cleared in full". Oliver says, interrupting Dipp. The Innkeeper hearing their request leans over the counter, his Chin in palm deep in thought.

"Okay, If you speak to Isebel down at the clothing store. Tell her Giles sent you. I'll sort out the bill for you after. Now if that's all I have some work to do." He says, standing straight gesturing for them to leave. Dipp and Oliver surprised by how fast he'd gotten over the situation.

"Well then, we'll speak to this Isebel, have a nice day Mr Giles," Oliver says Bowing towards the IInnkeeping. Oliver, standing to the side from his short master to go before him. Stepping over the broken door, Dipp treads into the outside world. A crowd of people forming around the building as onlookers guess what had occurred.

"I heard those two bums stopped the gunman. At least they're doing something right?" A woman in the crowd said laughing as she made jokes about the pair's clothes.

"Excuse me, madam. My master and I are new in town. we were hoping you could direct us to Miss Isabel's Clothier." Oliver said in a loud voice to the laughing woman in the crowd.

"Head down the street from here, and you'll find it" Giving Oliver a look of disdain while speaking to him. The idea of talking to the disgusting bums spoiling her mood for the day, leaving a resting frown on the women's face.

"Thank you, miss. Master Dipp, we should head over there with haste". Oliver said in a polite tone, giving no attention to the women's attitude and obvious disgust with them. Oliver walks through the crowd towards the store, leading the way for Dipp to follow behind.

"Why was that lady so upset. We helped that guy?" asking while they walk down the path. Unsure of how they were deserving of the woman's sour looks. "Do people here really care that much about how we dress?". He asked again confused by how someone could judge him only on his appearance.

Oliver silent as he delves into his mind for the right way to answer Dipp. "Some people are very shallow Master. They judge a person only by how they dress. It's a crude habit that portrays them simple-minded fools" Speaking in a harsh tone. Dipp surprised by the level of disgust Oliver had for some people. Before Oliver could delve into the matter more, the two stopped. They found themselves in front of the clothier store.

"Eloquent Clothes" In bold and cursive writing. The elaborate sign hung above a large window. Dresses and suits of all kind stood on display. Oliver opened the door for his master. Awe filling Dipps face as he looks over all the clothes and decorations filling the room.

"You like what you see?, Everything here is best you'll find in town," A woman says in a sly voice. Dipp turned around, the woman in full view. Wearing a stunning black and red striped dress, "Afternoon gentlemen, what can I do for you?". Speaking in a seductive tone as she looks to Oliver.

"Good afternoon Madam. Mr Giles sent us over, he owes us a favour and will handle our bill." Oliver, ignoring her zealous salesman technique and sticking to a professional introduction. "So if you would be so kind, could you arrange for suitable clothing for my master Dipp and I please." The women surprised back by his dedication to his work.

"Definity. I'm Isabel. My sisters will sort you out". Clapping her hands, the pitter-patter of shoes rang through the store. "Yes, Isabel, you called?" One of sister's said lining up beside two others. 'These two gentlemen need some new attire. arrange for them the best we can offer. ``

"That's okay miss. It doesn't have to be good anything will do, "Dipp tells the woman. His stomach is full of butterflies from the idea of exploiting their generosity. A smile appearing on Isebels face as she walks over and meets Dipps eye.

"Dipp was it? Did Giles take the time to say how much he was willing to spend on you, two handsome fellows?". Dipp, answering Isables question with a small shake of the head. Clicking her fingers, the girls lined up scattered. Two rush over towards Dipp and the other to Oliver.

"If he didn't give you a price range then we'll assume he wanted you to have the best we have to offer". The smile on her face growing continuously wider as she thinks about the money she could earn from this sale.

Oliver, raising his arms, standing statue-still while the tailor girls measure him. Dipp uncomfortable squirms like a scared worm as the girls attempt to measure him. A cheerful smile coating Oliver's face as he watches his master wiggle around the girl.

"Master the stiffer you stand, the faster they will finish". Oliver says, holding back laughter watching his master. Clenching his face, Dipp tries to imitate Oliver, raising his arms. His sense of balance, failing him moments after he tried. Unsteady, he rocks back and forth, eyes closed and face clenched. Isabel rubbed her forehead as she realises this wouldn't be as easy as she had hoped.