(Open) Come one, come all for deals!

[fineriftercrafts]

WHO: Barnabas ‘Snake Oil’ Vilm
WHAT: Being stuck in Quarantine doesn't mean commerce can't go on. 
WHEN: After Quarantine lockdown is established
WHERE: Gallows Quarantine, at his makeshift stall. 

In quarantine, over by one of the walls, there is a makeshift desk, behind which is a Dwarf, his feet up, seemingly at ease with the fact that he's locked in. Behind the dwarf is something a bit more interesting. There's a black circle, seemingly hung on the wall, and through the circle are a number of small shelves, packed tightly with various items. The really strange thing is that on next to the black circle is a doorway, which leads to a hallway, that goes right behind the wall, and logically, should go straight through the room behind the desk. However it's not there. 

As you approach the desk, the Dwarf perks up and gets to his feet. "Hey there! Neat stuff, eh? I figure if we're stuck here, well, may as well have something entertaining. Want to take a look at what I've got? Or maybe you've got something to sell? Hard coin for rifter artifacts! I've got someone trying to get a full set of Ids, It's a seller's market!"

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[doneisdone]

Watching, unimpressed, Teren's lip curls slightly. "If I want to spend coin on a damn cat I'll just give Anders twenty bits and call it a day," she mutters, "if you've got nothing useful to show, I'll be on my way." She's not the quartermaster of pet toys, after all.

[fineriftercrafts]

"Well you asked for things to entertain the people that're cheep. Cats are cheap, and this isn't crazy expensive. It does have other uses though. It's a straight line generator. And if that doesn't sound useful, you've never been in the military."

Barnabas takes the light and sweeps it over the floor. "Need things lined up? Just use this to sight it in. Need to do some construction? This thing'll make it so every thing you make and place is lined up with geometric precision."

[doneisdone]

"Maker."
Though the contraption is interesting enough, Teren can sense when someone is trying to swindle her, and she shakes her head in disgust.
"Never mind," she scoffs, "come find me when you've got something useful, in bulk. Or wait for me to find you, but that's a might less likely." She's known amongst the Hightown merchants as infamously difficult in negotiations, and Barnabas will encounter nothing less.

[fineriftercrafts]

"In bulk? My lady, I think you misunderstand. If you want twenty barrels of lard, or five hundred loafs of bread, you go to the market. If you want items of unknown power, items pulled through otherworldly rifts from another dimension, items of magic and technology that we can barely comprehend? Then you come find me."

Barnabas sits back in his chair. "I have items that are utterly unique in this universe. If you want bulk, you're looking in the wrong place."

[doneisdone]

A scoff is Teren's reply. "Seems we've both wasted our time then," she grumbles, stepping away and making a mental note to come back with something crazy to sell so she'll have more leverage in the Nevarran black market later. Everything's here for a reason.

[fineriftercrafts]

"Eh, I'm not doing anything else. Nice to talking with you!"

Barnabas gives a wave as Teren heads off.