The marketplace certainly has it's share of curious shacks, tents, shops and hovels, and although he has acquainted himself with quite a few of them, none have had quite the same degree of.. How to put it.. 'Patch-work' as this one. When the knight steps into the shop, he has to lean down to avoid the horns of the helmet hitting the doorframe, as usual, but it takes him a few moments to actually take in the scene before him. Slowly, almost tentatively, he rests the glaive against the doorframe, before stepping deeper in, eyes scanning and looking around as if he feels a little out of place (And in many ways, he would).
Once they spot the shopkeeper, the situation gets even trickier.
It's quite easy to read people if you know how, starting from what they're wearing all the way down to how they stand and speak. But this shopkeeper is coming up more like a blank sheet than anything, and his helmeted head tilts cautiously. Finally, he decides to wager on being the first to move. "Good day," the slow voice of the knight intones, "It has been mentioned in the markets that you have a particular item on sale, of an arcane nature. Would this be correct? My lord would be most interested in purchasing such." And he folds his arms behind him at attention, while waiting for a response.
He doesn't necessarily expect a response, but he does wait for one. When the shopkeeper is less than vocal about the reply, he takes a moment to reconsider the approach, before the nod is given. The eyes take in every bit of movement, seeing as it's the only piece of any real reading he can pick up from this.. whatever it is. They see the nod and they see the hand clutch a crystal. They did not see the crystal be picked up or retrieved from anywhere (And that is much more concerning).
It takes a few seconds, but his mind pulls it back on track quickly enough, reading the gesture. The knight's head turns to look around the shop, at the various signs and slips of paper that seem to accompany so many of the objects, as if evaluating the offer. "While I do not quite know the value of the treasure itself, I was informed by reputable persons that you were in the market for.." his eyes trail over stones, plants, even what looks to be a cosmic-aligned bear in a distant cage, before they level back on the Trader, "Something akin to aquatics. Would this be correct?"
If not, then he really lugged around that thing outside for nothing.
Tilting his head, the Trader stared at the man for a moment or two as he asked his question and then another nod. Of course he would take some things from the river for a crystal, and he clapped his hands together in glee, careful of the crystal he held.
Ah, finally! Now they are getting somewhere. "Of course, one moment, sir." the knight bows respectfully and turns to leave the shop a moment. When he returns but a couple of seconds later, he's carrying a relatively large plastic crate, filled with water and topped with a lid. The plastic itself is transparent, and there's certainly something added to the seams to prevent the sloshing water from seeping out, but despite its seeming weight, the knight is able to carry it to the counter with relative ease. He sets it down slowly and carefully, before fiddling with the latches to either side of it, and lifting the lid. Inside are two fish and a starfish, while a piece of coral and a plant float in the gentle waves.
"Behold, good sir, my lord has found these aquatic creatures and plants during their explorations. Any one of these are yours, should you deem them worthy for the arcane shard." he sets the lid aside and takes a respectful step back, giving the Trader room to inspect the contents. There's certainly a delicate balance of contact versus space with this one, and while he normally isn't one to be all too concerned to see offence taken (It would be unfortunate, sure, but life is full of offences) then he doesn't have a good enough bead on this shopkeeper to properly weight the odds. For one, darkness generally isn't something to bother him, but right now it bothers him that he can't see anything in the shadow of the hood, dark-sight or no. That's not simply an effect of lighting. There's something else going on here, and given the City's penchant for dangerous creatures, it's best to play it safe.
"Would these creatures or plants suffice?" he finally asks in the low, slow intonation of the knight (but politely).
Ah, lovely. The Trader nodded happily and pointed to all five objects inside of the tank and held out the crystal, gesturing he would take all of them for the item the man was looking for. He leaned forward a little and gestured to make sure he was fine with this trade.
For all the time it took to begin the conversation, it seems to take no time at all for this Trader to decide which ones they wish to have (Which is all of them. Perhaps contributing to that easy-made decision). The knight nods, "It is agreeable, then." and holds a palm out towards the plastic crate, "You may have the container as part of this trade, as a sign of good faith." Many things the City made, but this 'plastic' substance has certainly proven to have quite a number of different uses. It also tends to come quite cheap, easy to replace and able to hold a number of different contents (It would be too much to say he's impressed by the ingenuity - for all it's pros, it's still quite fragile - but he respects it, even if he doesn't quite understand how its made).
At the gesture, the knight approaches the counter again, making sure he's reading the shopkeeper correctly, and almost hesitantly reaches towards the shard. If no protest is had, he picks it up from the.. whatever is under the hood for a 'hand' and makes sure to tuck it safely into a small box, before putting it into a pouch on the belt. "I thank you for your cooperation today. You have done me and my lord a great service, sir. May your trade fare well and good day," the knight bows respectfully, while taking steps back. Finally, he turns, picks up the glaive from the doorway and exits.