Last choice: Dealer I once saved.

#chooseyouradventure part 8!

You covered your face with some dirt before heading to the market. It's not a perfect disguise, but it's convincing enough.

There are few people around. Some fishermen and ivory salesmen set up their shops early on to avoid fighting for space later in the day. Your target is one of the latter, or at least pretends to be.

His real stock is composed of all sorts of items. From stolen jewelry, to questionable medical herbs. You've heard he's even sold prohibited magical items, but you find that story quite harder to believe. Whoever got those probably got scammed.

You start getting closer to his tent.

"Why hello, Milord!", he says, "are you perchance interested in my wares?"

On display you see a series of carefully carved ivory items, from pendants to paperweights.

"Kairal", you respond, recalling his name, "I-"

"Who told you that name?"

"...You did. Remember that fire?"

"Ah. It's you. Yes, what do you want?"

How should you approach this?