Though the barn across the road from the taphouse was uninspiring to look at from the outside, it had a sturdy roof that kept out the rain, and a spacious interior for those looking to rest for the night. In one corner, a short fellow dressed head to toe in heavy robes with a wooden mask across his face save slits for the eyes. He had laid out a blanket to sell his wares. On it were a few bits and bobs: a game set for children, some cogs fit for clockwork, a block and tackle set off to one side, and several flasks of oil. Some brightly painted counting-bead devices were lined up across the back. He was obviously a small time seller; he had one donkey and no wagon, but that didn't seem to shame him.
Though he seemed reticent to speak, maybe if someone came around who knew the trade of parts he might open up?
Though he seemed reticent to speak, maybe if someone came around who knew the trade of parts he might open up?
