NIGHT

Let's put that theory to the test. NIGHT rested four smaller sacks full of items down onto the counter. She'd been careful to separate these when she could, now that she had less to go through. Better that her constant item identifications didn't urge the shop's counter to break under the wear of all her unidentifieds' weights. "Consumables," she clarified, shoving a laugh back down her throat after picking up the col received from her previous junk sale. "You seem pretty well rested-- er -- that's good." It had only, only just occurred to NIGHT after so long, being a patron at Pando