(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

[fineriftercrafts]

"Well, fair enough. I'll keep an eye on it, if it starts doing anything weird I'll let you know."

Barnabas relocks the case and heads back over to the counter. "Now that business is out of the way, Anything I've got here caught your eye?"

[justice_is_blond]

He contemplates the collection before shaking his head with a small smile.

"I'm curious about many of the things, I'll not deny it, but I don't have the money to spend on things I'm curious about. Between feeding two pets and running a Clinic in Darktown I'm... well. Not exactly the type of person a shopkeeper might want around, I fear. But I'm certainly going to be dropping by regularly. Both to offer help figuring things out, and to see if there's anything I'd find practical, if you don't mind."

Even if he wanted trinkets, he's never lived a life that had room for them and that's not likely to change any time soon. That's all right with him, though.