In the dimly lit bedroom, Prezzo meticulously laid out the new equipment before Galahad, each item carefully selected to serve him well on his dangerous mission. His true weapons with Hi-Tech were concealed with the armor. He now needed something more rudimentary to stay under the radar.

In the bed, a small handle, now in the form of a staff powered by sonic energy, gleamed softly in the dim light, its potential concealed behind a seemingly ordinary facade.

"It's nothing great compared to your morphing steel blade, but it can be a lifesaver," Prezzo remarked as he handed the staff to Galahad. "It's a retractable staff, common between merchants. The activation mechanism can also be used as an attack. Once you hit your enemy, the staff emits powerful sonic waves, temporarily incapacitating them. Just remember, it has limited energy. It won't last for long, so use it strategically."

As Galahad familiarized himself with the sonic staff, Prezzo pointed to the pair of gauntlets made from intricate carbon fiber. Their weathered appearance hinted at their previous use, but their functionality remained intact.

"These gauntlets might not match the power of your armor, Galahad, but they have their advantages," Prezzo explained, placing them in Galahad's waiting hands. "They can generate a temporary energy shield that will offer some protection against threats you might encounter in the Far Westlands. They will protect you even against lasers and plasma, but like the staff, be careful with the energy. Also, you have your radio there. You will be recording everything automatically. In case something happens to you, we will have that as a backup"

"I hope I will be alive to tell my tale of what Lord Mortis's cruel mind is brewing"

"I hope it too, Galahad," Prezzo touched his shoulder "You have saved my ass so many times."

Galahad nodded, appreciating the thoughtfulness behind his words. He secured the gauntlets on his wrists, feeling a surge of confidence knowing he had an extra layer of protection in the unforgiving lands ahead.

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Next, Prezzo handed Galahad the mask—a menacing accessory that would help him maintain his cover and add an air of intimidation to anyone who dared to cross his path.

"Be cautious with this mask," Prezzo warned. "It's the kind worn by the most notorious criminals in these lands. While it will help you keep unwanted attention at bay, it may also attract some danger. Wearing it comes with its own set of risks."

Galahad nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of his new identity and the challenges it would bring. He knew he would have to tread carefully and choose his actions wisely, especially knowing that his pale skin could attract some undesirable attention.

As the preparations continued, Prezzo presented Galahad with an old, rusty rail revolver—an unassuming weapon that could prove to be a valuable asset in the lawless expanse of the Far Westlands.

"It may not have the advanced features of Dust Knight weaponry, but its unremarkable appearance can be an advantage," Prezzo explained. "Use this with discretion and only when necessary. It should help you fend off ranged attacks without attracting too much attention. It holds fourteen shots. The nails will incapacitate anyone with decent armor. Those who have only flesh could consider themselves dead."

Galahad accepted the rail revolver, putting it securely in his holster. He was determined to make the best use of it, understanding that subtlety and stealth were his allies in the perilous land he was about to enter.

Lastly, Prezzo handed Galahad a new identity dog tag—a simple yet significant token that marked the beginning of his infiltration as Alain, the former caravan guard and bodyguard for The Rustlers.

"Alain," Galahad repeated the name with a hint of excitement and determination. "I will honor this identity and use it to fulfill my mission."

Prezzo chuckled.

"You might want to work on your speech, though. No one talks like that out there."

The two men shared a warm smile, their bond strengthened by the trials they had faced together. Prezzo knew that Galahad's journey would be fraught with danger, but he had faith in the knight's abilities and his unwavering commitment to the cause.

"Thank you, Prezzo. Your support means the world to me," Galahad said gratefully.

"Always, Galahad," Prezzo replied with sincerity. "You have a heart of gold, and that will guide you even in the darkest of times. Remember to trust your instincts and stay true to who you are."