Sigil: The City of Doors

Coin was coin.

"Ikkit. Ikkit the Bastard to most."

He took the hand, and, naturally, the money.

"Fair warning, mostly deal in salvage, so most tastes I come across across're leftovers at best."

The goblin tucked the coin into one of his pockets.

"But if I tumble to anything odd, I'll keep you in mind."

"I am a satyr of eclectic tastes. Most of all of tastes I have yet to savor.

You seem like ya get 'round to parts of the hub others may not. So maybe you run across something others haven't. If you do, then you can be sure I'll take it off your hands. The name's Thaddeus." He says with a slight bow of the head while also pulling out a silver piece, holding it in his palm to be accepted with a shake.

"Depends. You after more bibs'n'bobs, or you fishing for somethin' newer?"

"Aye, that it is. How 'bouts I slip a silver and you keep an eye out for pretty little trinkets like this for me... unless you've something you could show now?"

Now, normally Ikkit was peery of people asking questions like that, but this berk didn't look like he'd be competition.

"Ditch. 'Round anti-Peak."

He scratched his jaw absently, while a small amphibian emerged from one of his poickets and hopped up onto the brim of his hat.

"Washed up on the shore. Six copper. It'd be three, but since it can still hold water, it's more."

"'Nother day in the cage, what more could you ask for." Thad responds, absentmindedly reaching into a small pouch around his waist to pull out a few ball bearings. He begins rotating them in his hand, deftly manipulating them with his fingers so they rarely collide.

After a moment perusing the offerings, Thad crouches down to pick up a smallish bottle with a green tint, setting down the bearings in order to take hold of the bottle and bring it up to capture the light. "This is a pretty bauble, where did you come by it?"

Ikkit grunted in reply, shrugged, and tossed the now-picked-clean kabob stick over his shoulder.

"S'goin'."

Truly, the personal charm on display was immense.

He didn't appear inclined to further small-talk.

The satyr strolled through the bazaar, taking in the sights, the sounds, even the odors. The hustle and bustle of the bazaar brought a sense of comfort and opportunity to Thaddeus. Making his way from vendor to vendor, he kept an eye out for any conies. It wasn't likely he'd go catching anytime soon, but it was best to keep your talents honed.

In his observations, Thad noticed a little goblin with a sad looking mishmash of oddities. Nothing worth a second look... However, the little huckster seemed to draw in the occasional, discerning patron. Smelling a bit of cross-trade, Thad couldn't resist the urge to know more.

Casually walking past the goblin at first, Thad halts and takes a step back to examine the wares more closely, "How goes the day cutter?"

It was truth generally acknowledged among the residents of Sigil that the Great Bazaar accommodated vendors of every stripe.

Even mean-tempered, razor-toothed vendors whose "stall" was more of a blanket laid out on the ground.

Ikkit- only recently awakened from a nice, long snooze in his kip- had his wares laid out on a ragged blanket- which was also for sale.

Most of what he had on offer appeared to be glass bottles, a few odd bits of metal scrap, a couple of bones (two of which still had some dried connective tissue attached), and a pile of clothing in various sizes, colors, and states of destruction.

He also seemed to have a small bag of slightly better odds an ends that he was using as a seat, and he wasn't putting on any kind of ballyhoo to drum up business.

No, the goblin sat, chewing on a cranium rat-kabob, apparently more or less indifferent about the prospects of getting any customers one way or the other.

A savvy observer, however, would note that he had a steady, if slow, stream of buyers- evidently regulars- with whom he didn't even deign to haggle. A couple of transactions were conducted with no further communication than some pointing, fingers held up, and coins being passed to him.