It didn't take long for Suna to find his destination. Makarms was a shabby little dust shop, and this was an accomplishment of itself considering its neighboring buildings were all run down in some way. But Makarms' faded old lettering and state of disrepair suggested the building was either very old or on tough times, or both. Walking in ringing a bell, the store was like any other dust shop, columns of colored dust tubes lined the walls, cases of crystalized dust lined in several rows, and weapons of every variety could be seen, with an emphasis on blunt hammer weapons. Among all the stocks of dust, none of the tubes were fully stocked, all of them were missing a certain level of dust, whether it was a quarter of the tube or three quarters or even completely empty ones. In fact many spaces were empty from where items should've been, either business was good or someone wasn't properly restocking this place.
A man with a chin strap beard wearing a brown appron sat behind a counter, the man looked up to glance at Suna and dropped his gaze back down to the book he was intensely reading.