Despite being the loud, obnoxious warrior that he was, Dante found it easier to relate to the old kedan. Those kedan were basically human- they doormats, yes, but they had lives, opinions, and business. Some were gangsters, but some were businessmen. But the new kedan? The bulk of them were openly swearing allegiance to some gang, and they basically said that might makes right, and they'll take whatever isn't nailed down. They were basically demons.

"Either way, at least we know these guys carry unusual stuff around." He continued to search, until he came across some more stock. This time, it was all of a different make and kind then usual. Jackpot. He turns to the shopkeeper.

"You know, in most countries I've been to, selling stolen stuff's a crime." Was he threatening? Maybe. But he's broke, and he doesn't know how else to get his hands on any of this.