She buys all four fictional things with a high-value ring picked out from her backpack, and stuffs the shows in there for now. "I go find him."

The building he's in has an elevator. Aside from the elevator and stairs there's only one door on the third floor.

Is this his house or something? Seems like it, anyway. She knocks on the door.

A caralendar answers. He's wearing an extremely flowy star-speckled black robe that seems to flutter without any wind stirring it. How he keeps it from tangling around his crutches is a mystery, maybe it's magic.

"Are you with Silver Productions or what?" he says.

"Uh... Anran say I can buy sound baffle?"

"Sure. I'm guessing you want one that'll just fit a copy of Hari is the Language of the Empire?"

Thinking, thinking, "...Big? I get more shows?"

"I have some big enough for a dozen that are still pretty portable. I've got bigger ones but you might have a hard time carrying them, unless you're a force mage. Want one that'll fit a dozen?"

"Okay! Ooh, can this sound baffle-" she indicates her prosthetic arm by waving it around some, doing something with what's left of her real arm to make the elbow bend and the little claw at the end clack together.

"You want it not to make any sound when you use it? I can do that for twenty-four rings."

Not quite, but why worry about the details? "Is deal."

He silences her arm. "Try it, see if that's how you want it."

She waves it this way and that. Lacking the clickety-clack she's gotten so used to, as feedback, is actually kind of disconcerting. She nearly whacks herself in the head with it, unable to hear the telltale click of the elbow locking, throwing off her balance.

"...Can you do less not noise? Not all noise, not none noise?"

"...I think I can do that. Forty-eight rings if I can, I'll put it back how it was and you won't owe me anything if I can't?"

"Will break if, uh, open my arm?"

"I'm not sure what you're asking. Spells break if the objects they're cast on break. Bending your fingers or elbow won't break it."

...Showing is easier than telling. She unlatches the hand and forearm and starts disassembling it further, revealing some fairly complicated internals.

It'll take him a while to figure out how best to do this. But if she doesn't interrupt he's just going to figure it out right now.

Heh. Scientists. That's fine, she can listen to Mahan while he does that. And even answer questions if he has any!

Eventually he figures out a way to do exactly what she wants that'll resist almost complete disassembly and reassembly. It's slightly more complicated than what he was thinking of before. Does she still want it for 96 rings?

She starts putting it back together.

"I get new one soon maybe. I come back later, 96 rings? Also, sound baffle box rings?"

He quotes her a price for the box. "And of course you can find me again when you've got your new arm."

She pays. "Maybe also leg."

This seems like a good time to attempt to find someone selling metal. Better stuff than steel exists, after all.

There are people selling metal ingots and other raw materials. There are smiths who can take commissions. There's someone selling a variety of blades and other tools, some of which are partly made of metal.

The smiths who look commissionable can be asked about copies of her prosthetics that aren't so darned heavy in halting Hari!