What Did You Buy?

"Me?"

Ayse scoffed and shook his head with a shrug. "I've done a lot of traveling. So it's hard for me to even remember where I come from."

"You don't remember?" Mr. Wolfe asked. "Come on, you've got to know. Don't you? Are you saying you've never heard of the outlaw lords? Or of THE outlaw overlord??"

Sighing, Ayse gave a partial answer, "I've heard of him. It's impossible not to as an up-and-coming outlaw. Almost every little outlaw dreams of creating such a big name." 

… Mr. Wolfe blinked. "And you still chose silver? With no jewels or ornaments?! I know a great tattoo guy who can help you touch that up–"

"Hey, I'm the one showing them around, thank you very much," Harold interjected. 

But Ayse stopped them both, saying, "No thanks. My trademark will never change. It represents me and my posse, so why should I care what unaffiliated randos think?"