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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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"What's an Id."
The woman standing before the dwarf is very tall, and looms over him like an especially unwelcoming tower. She's tired and has hardly had a moment to herself since this flu business started, but Barnabas' reputation precedes him. Teren wants to know what he's about.

Barnabas looks up at the woman and smiles. "Well, as far as I can figure it out, it's something otherworld governments use to make sure people are who they say they are. Very collectable and rare. Got one here from somewhere called 'New York'"

Barnabas looks back at the hole in space holding his shop. "If you want something else though, I've got lots. All kinds of weird stuff, and if you're got any rifter artifacts, I'm happy to buy em!

She narrows her eyes and leans forward, scrutinizing the small object, holding it between her spindly thumb and forefinger.
"New York," she repeats in a mumble, and gives it back to look over some of the others, nose wrinkled in a thoughtful sneer.

After a pause, flatly spoken, "these are horrifying."

"Oh, I dunno bout that. They're kinda neat. Show a odd little peek into how a whole different world runs. But hey, if you don't like that, I've got other stuff."

Barnabas takes back the Id and puts it in a box. "What are you looking for? Something exciting, something interesting..."

"Something a great many people can eat or drink or be amused by, for no great amount of coin," Teren replies, her gaze sifting over the shop's other items. "I quartermaster for the Wardens. Heard tell of your shop, but never thought I'd have any reason to pay a visit." She still isn't sure she does, but at the same time, this is part of the game: play hard to get, drive a hard bargain, build a relationship with a vendor in which he knows he can't fleece her but will also recognize the benefit of her patronage.

"Food, drink or entertainment for a large group, and you want it cheap?" Barnabas laughs, "Come now, I'm not a mage! I can't just snap my fingers and make booze for everyone." Barnabas begins to look through his inventory. "May have something here though...You have a cat Ma'am?"

Teren seems unamused, but not scared away. "I may know of one," she says flatly, "though I have little to do with it."

"Well, you ever had a shiny piece of metal reflecting a little spot of light? You know how the cat'll chase it around to the amusement of all?"

Barnabas digs around in a box for a moment, and then pulls out a small metal cylinder with a button on the side. "Observe!" He pushes the button and a red dot appears on the floor. As he wiggles the tube, the red dot skirts around the floor, looking like a shiny red bug of some sort. "Dunno what it is, but I'll bet a cat would love chasing after this thing! Don't look down the tube when it's turned on."

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.

"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."

"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.

"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."

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.

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

Barnabas gives a wave as Teren heads off.

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