Trading With Frock

"What would you like?" Frock's voice resounded within the small space where a lot of different kinds of equipment were neatly placed on racks and holders.

Skullius looked around as he searched for anything useful in the brightly lit space he had been taken to from a trap door within an empty house after following Frock around the strange neighbourhood for a full ten minutes.

There were armours, swords, bracelets, necklaces, gems among other things, hung or laid somewhere.

Frock wore a grin as he waited for Skullius to splurge again, hopefully on a useless item.

'And I thought this day wouldn't get better!' he thought.

After having the extensive conversation with Skullius, he had been too annoyed to consider showing him this stash, but as it so happened, the strangely-faced young man didn't have any lack of charity. He was willing to make a dozennaire in a single day!

Bless, Quintess!