Post by Lot Perceval on Jan 11, 2014 14:50:26 GMT -5
"Evenin" Lot said to no one in particular as he entered the shop. He was a bit battered, but none to worse for wear. He had noticed this shop a few times in the past, and now that the quarantine was in effect, extra money could never hurt. He approached the counter and began to rifle through the pockets of his green army jacket. From each pocket came an assortment of odds and ends that he had picked up during his exploration. Each one had to be worth something. He briefly felt like one of those old ladies at the checkout in cartoons. The ones that pulled improbable things from their purses and it was really annoying. He pulled the last object from the inside pocket and set it on the counter. "This stuff worth anything?"
