One Man's Treasure III [Day 2, Mid-Afternoon, Renown/Earning Timeslot 2, Open]

[Ikkit the Bastard]

Another day, another sighting of Ikkit the Bastard peddling his dubious wares.

As usual, he sat on the bag of the good stuff- and perhaps unusually, someone had asked to see it.

So, while Ikkit watched the attractive young tiefling woman like a hawk, the young lady selected a brass ring set with rhinestones.

"And where'd you find this?"

"Ain't tellin'. Fifteen gold."

"Oh come on, it's barely worth two!"

"Y'don't want it, you can put it back. Thirteen."

"Look, I don't even know if it's-"

"I'm a licensed salvage specialist. It was thrown out, so don't go expectin' the dark of who made it or why it ended up in a bin."

"I'll give you ten."

"Done." The transaction completed, Ikkit took his bag back and resumed his usual posting.

[Akh Uur Hoon]

Another passerby stopped to assess the wares. She nodded for a greeting, but her pale gaze seemed to be sweeping across them analytically, as if she was a custodian of some museum cataloguing exhibits by manufacturing technique and era. A halo of luminous symbols slowly circled around her head.

[Ikkit the Bastard]

Ikkit displayed his usual flair for salesmanship, which is to say he sat back and let the latest freakishly tall being to cross his transom survey his collection of detritus.

The stuff outside of his bag, which is to say, everything actually on display, was a... mixed lot.

Bones in various states of disarray, cracked porcelain wares, scrap metal, bits of broken glass, and a few empty bottles jockeyed for space with clothing ranging from the essentially just rags stage to the recently unfashionable but otherwise in good repair.

For his part, Ikkit was gnawing on his usual skewered cranium rat.

[Akh Uur Hoon]

What seemed to attract the most of the woman's interest were... bones, and old ones at that.

"I understand that you're just a salvager and had no part in depriving the previous owners of these bones of their skeletal integrity, but would it be too much to ask about their approximate source?"

[Ikkit the Bastard]

The question didn't seem to bother him much.

"Most of 'em are from bins behind restaurants. Some are from the shoreline of the Ditch- the ones as are pitted and melted."

Speaking of bones, he crunched the satisfying skull of his lunch between his teeth.

"A few're from Noble Ward bins. Y'don't get that kinda waste in poorer quarters, though."

[Akh Uur Hoon]

"Hmmm..." She contemplated the bones more, trying to determine which held promise for her unique explorations of their past.

[Ikkit the Bastard]

For his part, Ikkit finished his rat, then carefully tucked the wooden skewer into a pocket, not inclined to rush the tall woman.

The thing with selling trash was, high-pressure techniques just about never worked.

A small frog (or was it a toad?), less considerate of her focus, crawled out of the pocket and croaked.

[Akh Uur Hoon]

The toad was noted and smiled at.

"How much for this bone?" The woman pointed to one in the pile.

[Ikkit the Bastard]

Ikkit picked it up, turned it around, looked it over.

"Three copper. Five'll get you three."

As price structurees went, it was clearly meant to incentivize some species of bulk purchase.

"And hells, one gold, I'll give you all of 'em."

[Akh Uur Hoon]

"Then I'll have all of them." The Dustwoman wasn't a haggler. She produced 3 pieces of golden Jink and handed it to the goblin and his toad. "I will be grateful if you come to me first with your future hauls of old bones."