(Open) Catchall for the January

[fineriftercrafts]

WHO:Barnabas ‘Snake Oil’ Vilm
WHAT: Barnabas wheeling and dealing at his stall
WHEN:Now
WHERE: By the Inquisition HQ, at a market stall

I. At the Shop - Barnabas has a small storefront in the marketplace nearest the Gallows, where he buys and sells rifter artifacts. He also offers money changing. The exterior of the shop has small windows that have a few of the more mundane artifacts, with some large garish signs above the windows. They say "Barnabas Vilm - Seller of Fine Rifter Crafts". There's another logo that says 'We change your money! From wherever you come from!" 

The inside of the shop is lit as well as it can be, with a string of lamps overhead, filling the room with light and a fog of smoke. The shelves line the walls, leaving a tasteful rug in the center of the room, with a counter against the back wall, where a door leading to a back room can be seen. On the shelves is a dazzling array of, for lack of a better term, things. A whip, a glowing green rock and a odd metal spring to name a few. 

All of the items have a price and a huge sign over the counter says "We buy what you sell! All sales final, no refunds, Buyer Beware."

Engraved tastefully and subtly on the counter is a small Carta sigil. 

II. After-Hours - Barnabas normally spends his evenings relaxing at a The Hanged Man, keeping his ear open to any new arrivals or new rifters. If he notices anyone talking of finding any odd artifacts will have him descend, offering a free drink and a very good price for it. 

Comments

[aforethought]

It's almost closing when Melys slinks in, slips the glove from her hand, and raps it — once, twice, hard — against the counter and its little icon.

Carta, and maybe she ought to know better than to go sticking her dick in that mess no more, but there's more muscle at her back than there ever used to be, and she's never met a bad idea she didn't decide to call friend.

"Hey," She croaks, green glimmering up eerie from the anchor. "You th'one buying things?"

That's a stupid question. Of course he is; she's been lurking about this street long enough to tell.

[fineriftercrafts]

Barnabas smiles at the newcomer. "Hello, and welcome! Barnabas Vilm, and yes indeed, I am a buyer and seller of strange and unusual artifacts."

Barnabas gestures around the shop. "Take a look around, everything's for sale! Just be careful, some of the items may be a bit dangerous. What can I offer you, or rather, what can you offer me?"

[aforethought]

"'S rocks, see," Sure enough. Polished stones — junk, no crystal in them, but smoothed up nice enough. "Rocks, from another land. Th'very, fuck is it, firmament . Of th'world beyond the Fade."

They look more or less like any other rocks.

She props her elbow to lean in, seems to be gearing up for a very bad sales pitch of her own.

[fineriftercrafts]

Barnabas raises an eyebrow and takes one of the rocks. He then procures a jeweler's loupe from a pocket and affixes it to an eye and starts looking over the very ordinary looking rocks.

"From another world, eh? Your home world? Tell me about it. Maybe I've been lucky and I've already got something from your world. Worth more as a set, after all..."