Silver often wandered through the trader's collection to see if there was anything of interest around. Usually they just picked up an odd plant here or there, sometimes a crystal or small creature too. The Trader seemed to like the fresh plants and produce they collected from their garden, so they always brought some along to barter with.
As usual, Quintessence was flying around and getting into all sorts of things. It was for the best that he couldn't actually knock over any piles of inventory, because he absolutely would if he had the chance. He didn't mean to be a nuisance, really, but he was just too excited about all of the weird stuff around!
Eventually, Quin came across a crystal. His ties to the ether no doubt made him intrigued by the weird magical objects that came from the heart of the earth. He squeaked to call Silver over and they looked it over. Even standing next to the crystal, it felt warm. They weren't sure they liked the feeling, but they knew that magical trinkets were hard to come by. At the very least Koda might want to take a look at it, so, against their better judgement, they picked it up and brought it over to the cloaked curator of the collection.
"Ah, hey, would you, ah, maybe accept some of these for this crystal here?" They tipped out their basket onto the table to display what they had to offer.
Ah, another crystal, this one left out among the oddities he had in stock. Looking over the garden produce, he finally managed a slow nod before motioning for the items to be moved closer to him so he could collect them. They would do.
Silver was used to the still silence of the Trader by now, but it still always felt strange to interact with him. Not that they were particularly good at interacting with anyone. They didn't really mind, though, since the less that was said, the less they had to say, and the less of a chance they had of making a fool of themselves. Quin was usually determined to make every interaction in their lives a little more uncomfortable, but he seemed to have a healthy respect for the Trader. Either that, or he was afraid of him, which was equally likely in their mind.
They nodded and pushed the berries and a pan's beard forward, within reach of the trader. They were pleased to see that he liked the look of them. "Ah, thank you, I really appreciate it," they said with a nod. Then they wondered if the Trader remembered them and what he might have thought of the way they collected odd magical things whenever they came by. He seemed unfazed.
It says home is where your heart is, but what a shame 'cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same.