[Game] Lord Windos' PokeRole Adventure: Celadon City Vandel

[Lord Windos]

(Worth remembering that Reiner's got the Face Camo active with a random appearance)

"Yeah, day could be better.  Could be worse, though, I suppose.  And yes, no need to sweet talk."

Frankly, it's definitely a bit of a relief to be out of Yang's surprisingly powerful rainstorm.  Reiner leans on the counter, not wanting to mess around.

"So, I'm gonna cut to the chase.  Lucky you, you're probably gonna get some business tonight.  Not what you're likely expecting, though.  Anti-nuclear gear.  Whatcha got?"

(Duly noted!)

The green haired merchant closes his eyes and gives you a firm nod of his head, arms crossing as he did so.

"'Suppose you're right on the money their, fella, though I like to believe thing get better than bleaker, regardless if I'm a fool for being optimistic. Ah, but let's save the chatter for indoors and getcha warmed up, shall we?"

A few moments latter (and some kindly persuassion you couldn't find it within yourself to resist right now), you find yourself sitting in a nice camping chair in front of a particularly warm and toasty space heater, waiting for the man to return so you could began business with him. Eventually he can back carrying two cups of what smelled lie spiced apple cider, handed one to you, before he brought out another camping chair and set it up/sat in it across from your own. Soon as he did that a Furret came scurrying from out and under a few selves, making a grand leap and landing right in their lap! The outdoorsman let out a fond chuckle and sractch the critter a little bit behind the ear to get them to calm down, before he turned his attention to you.

"Sorry for that wait, partner, but it took longer than I expect fishing out something nice for us to drink while ya warm up and chew the fat with me. Name's Bewears Grillsby, but ya can call me Mr. Grills. As you might imagine, I run this here Stall of my selling Survival equipment of all kinds to all kinds of people. If business brought ya to me through this nasty weather, least I can do ask watcha looking for?"

When you bring up wanting to purchase Nuclear Supplies , that caused the merchant eyesbrows to shot up once more, and his Furret to look towards you with similar surprise/concern.

"Well ain't that the darnest request I've had all week. Yeah, I got plenty of that type of survival goods, mostly from doing my times that I've done business in Tandor and hiked through those blasted hellscapes on a lark and thrill. *Shudders* Not one of my wisest ideas, I tell ya what. Now, if ya don't mind me asking, what in tarnation do you need them for? Only places I know that they'd do any good is in Tandor and around Nuclear Plants and hotspots, and while Celadon has an abandoned Research facility of the toxic stuff to my knowledge, nobody in their right mind willing steps foot in those place, 'xcept if their a survivalist like me that didn't know any better, or are just plain ignorant of the dangers those dagnabit places hold."