A Tisket, A Tasket, I Want To Buy A Basket

Álarr's head tilted just slightly as the girl introduced herself as Andromeda Fatalis. No doubt a relation to Sirius. Either way he felt it only polite to return the introduction. "A pleasure, miss Andromeda. I am Álarr Imperialis of Avalon." He settled down to listen as she showed him various options. He leaned forward, carefully adjusting his head so his horns didn't snag on any of the hanging baskets. "They both look well made, I have to say I'm most intrigued by that fishing basket. I think that should work quite well and if need I can make some adjustments. What do seek for it? I have a few things I can offer." Álarr slipped his knapsack off his back and rummaged around before placing several tins and vials on the counter. "As a healer I have a number of teas, tinctures, and alcohols I can offer in trade. If there is a specific malady you need more supplies for I can offer something more specific."