Rubble from the ruins (salvage)

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan looked around, appalled by the amount of random crap was assorted here.  Never had he seen so much stuff that was essentially useless. Still, he had heard that if he wanted extra money from stuff he just picked up while exploring hat this was the place to go. Nevermind the fact that he was slightly weirded out by the place in general. He was just in desperate straits. Especially when it came to cash.

He looked around to see a table. So... Do i just set the junk down on the table and wait for the cash? He didn't want to wait to be proven wrong, so he quickly set down the collected odds and ends. Hope I get my cash soon...

[Erithania]

Behold, the magic of junk.



Junk turned into money, that is.

[Tristan Carter]

Time to get paid...

Carrying loads of junk was heavy. Tristan didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. still, it gave him money. And money was good. It allowed him to live. So, he lugged around loads of junk. However, he decided that a slightly smaller load would be just as well...

And it put less strain on him. So, he came to the junkyard-like place with only a few things. However, these were functioning things. Things that would actually be worth something. As such, he figured that spending his time to find such valuable objects deserved to be compensated. In full.

And he was not planning on leaving til he got his cash.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Items Appraised!

Your money has been added.

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan hadn't been to the junk heap in a while. It gave him some time to acquire good stuff, but he had kinda been looking forward to the pay. So, he walked in.

Everything looked pretty much the same. He wasn't surprised. Still, money was money. He needed money, so he was going to continue to bring in crap to get paid for. He had made sure that the stuff actually worked before he had lugged it in. Still, It wasn't as if they were really needing more. However, he was not going to complain about free cash. He set his junk down, and waited for the money.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Items Appraised!

Your money has been added.

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan walked in the junk room for a third time. He wasn't really used to this yet, but he had found an easier way to do things again. He found a small amount of fully functioning things. He wasn't sure why he didn't just take them to a pawn shop, but he wasn't going to leave after he had already came in.

He walked around for a time, admiring some of the things that had been brought in. Some of these objects would be truly valuable, which again raised the question of why people came here. Then it hit him. No questions asked here.

With a smile at his revelation, he set down his fully-functioning junk to be appraised.

[Erithania]

Behold.



Magic.

[Tristan Carter]

Walking inside the junk room again, Tristan looked around once more. It was an interesting place. Filled to the brim with piles of scavenged items, it was an impressive sight. Still, looking around wasn't what the boy had come for. He had come to acquire some more money.

He looked at his item. It was a useful little trinket, at least in the terms of it could still work. He hoped it would be a nice little piece in the collection of scrap. This prompted Tristan to wonder what was done with the items he gathered. However, he shrugged and decided that it wasn't important.

[Erithania]

Behold.



Money.

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan brought in his junk once again, no longer caring if it was acceptable. He wondered how long he had been coming here. He knew it had been a for a long time, but he never kept track of it. He grinned slightly. What did he care, as long as he was paid? The junk area got more junk, the broke kid received more money. It was a win-win situation.

Having recently returned from an exploration, the boy quickly set down his items for appraisal. He wondered how much money he would receive from this time. He hoped he'd be able to get enough to get something helpful.

[Erithania]

And then?



Magical Money Market.

[Tristan Carter]

Bringing in another piece of machinery, Tristan got to thinking about why the salvage room was set up. Was it simply because the blond woman needed a valid excuse to help fund the battle against the shadows? Was there a deeper reason, one that the young boy would never truly understand? Or was it just that the woman was a hoarder?

It didn't really matter why Tristan was being paid, he wasn't going to argue with it. He needed funds, the woman wanted random crap off of the side of a shadow-infested street. Seemed like a perfectly good deal to the boy.

[Erithania]

Suddenly, money.



But only money.

[Tristan Carter]

When he had gathered up enough stuff to feel comfortable walking back into the junk room, Tristan brought in his haul. It was all sorts of random junk lying on the roads of the Shadowlands. Nothing was worth all that much, but it was surely enough to earn him his pay.

With a cocky grin, Tristan walked around. He inspected some of the random heaps of stuff piled up, not really caring. He was simply waiting for the inevitable offer of the cash. Once he got the money, he would leave. Until then, he was going to mill around and just make his presence known.