Originally Posted by
Deathkeeper
[A Rambling Cart, Since Rolled Into Town]
A young man, attracted by the call, arrives on the scene. He's thin, lightly muscled, and fairly handsome despite his unflattering coat and ill-fitted jeans, and his wide glasses. Sparkling at his neck is a large golden necklace. Grant Masters has been good for days. He's been nice and boring; he's sure by now the fae contamination is dying out. He can do something interesting and go shopping, just for a bit.
"Good day, Mister." he says politely to the man, looking over the store and its wares.