He grabbed another tent, a couple of tarps, half a dozen canteens with belts, a pair of waders, and a floppy camouflage hat that he thought made him look like a sniper.   Just for fun, he also took some black and green face paint, a camouflage poncho, and some netting with fake leaves and twigs on it.   Those all went into his ring as he imagined himself stalking through the forest after some exotic prey.

He loaded a few rifles into a duffel, then stopped.  On a shelf below the gun racks sat a black metal gun case.  Unlocking it and flipping it open, he nearly giggled when he saw the Barret .50 rifle inside.   He’d never fired one before, or even seen one in person.  But the Barret M107 was a legend unto itself.   Allistor took the floppy hat out of his ring and put it on before lifting the rifle from its case.  The weapon was heavy, maybe thirty pounds.  He unfolded the bipod legs under the barrel and set them on top of the display case.  Pointing the weapon out the window, he put his shoulder to it and uncapped the scope.  It seemed like he could make out the needles on a pine tree about a hundred miles away.

Stepping away from the weapon, he did a little touchdown dance where he stood.  “Da daaa… nana na!  Ohhhh yeahh!” he sang to himself as he danced.  “Who can shoot a beastie from a mile away?  I can!”

Finished with his celebration, he recapped the scope, lifted the weapon and put it away.  As he was fastening the clips on the case, he noticed a matching case, much smaller, sitting next to it on the shelf.  Opening that one, he found a factory-made suppressor.   It was almost enough to make him cry.  He could sit on a roof or atop his walls and shoot at monsters a thousand yards away and barely make any sound.  He knew the suppressor wasn’t an actual ‘silencer’ as many people referred to it.  It cut the sound of the gun’s report considerably, but it didn’t make it silent.

Still, he was thrilled with this find.   This was easily a ten or fifteen thousand dollar rifle, and its value to him was incalculable.  If they had this rifle atop their walls, no dragon would be safe within five hundred yards of them.  This was a weapon meant to punch through vehicle armor or bullet-proof glass.  The damage it would do to a flesh and blood monster would almost certainly be fatal.

Both cases went into his ring.   Looking around the shop, he was seriously considering loading up the truck and returning to the Warren.  It would take most of the day, but the value of all of this…