waddle along

“You should try the corner shop between Fifth and West. Tell them I sent you.”

“Where did you get that?”

“I am in need of some… wares…

“Your offers are absurd. Double it or I walk.”

“I wonder what other sorts of illegal goods you got hidden in there.”

“You do realize that this sort of thing takes months to procure.”

“It’s a one of a kind.”

“I do not know what you are referring to.”

“Oh? And you think I, a law-abiding citizen, would sell something like that?”

“You look rather lost. What- never seen a market like this before?”

“Touch my wares again and you will find your fingers on sale.”

“Money up front or no goods.”

“Do I even want to know what that is?”

“You… are selling… what?”

“I got what you ordered- but it’s gonna cost you extra.”

“Either you go several thousand miles to get it yourself or buy what I have. Take it or leave.”

“Everything has a price, if one is willing to pay.”

“I’d suggest not going that way if you wish not becoming part of the merchandise.”

“…Ah… so you’re what they ordered, huh?”

“Not everyday I find myself in this backwater stain of the world.”

“You break it you replace it.”

“You wouldn’t be the first person I killed for something.”

“Hey I have to make a living somehow.”

“It’s not all that bad once you ignore the bloodstains.”

“If I catch wind of you whispering a word to this to anyone, I will know.”

“Perhaps you would be interested in buying an… heirloom…?