[ Why didn't he just say the stall was closed? Why didn't he ensure the sign on the outside displayed as much to the outside world? Hindsight's 20/20, honestly, and right now his brain is still marinated in fuck knows what kind of drug and he honestly just wants a snack, a shower, a smoke, a drink, and a nap. In that order.

But no, here he is selling weaponry to some weirdo that he's never seen before. The man or the blades. ]

Oh, you know... listed price or best offer. Some of them might not have numbers on them because I like to judge the person they're going to first and set the price that way. Gotta' make sure they go to a good home where they'll be appreciated.

[ Sword people are freaks, this much he knows and this much he's working with. ]