Ianto
"Yes," Ianto said, simultaneously cryptic and blatant, and the smile did not leave his lips. He did indeed sell all sorts of awful and cursed items - well, not cursed per say, but certainly the sort of items where one would be scraping the bottom of the magical barrel.
Her offer was intriguing indeed, Ianto nodding in consideration and rubbing at the stubble on his chin. "That might work. Though you would not be splitting the profits with me - you'd be splitting them with Arduinna. Let's see how well she likes the shawl you make her, then we'll discuss you selling at the Wishing Wagon."
For once there was no hint of a chance that Ianto might be negotiated with, and the fox let out a musical laugh at Jiao's question. He shrugged. "Anything and everything. A story, a favour, an item, money, a promise, a secret... There's nothing worthless in this world, my dear."
Her offer was intriguing indeed, Ianto nodding in consideration and rubbing at the stubble on his chin. "That might work. Though you would not be splitting the profits with me - you'd be splitting them with Arduinna. Let's see how well she likes the shawl you make her, then we'll discuss you selling at the Wishing Wagon."
For once there was no hint of a chance that Ianto might be negotiated with, and the fox let out a musical laugh at Jiao's question. He shrugged. "Anything and everything. A story, a favour, an item, money, a promise, a secret... There's nothing worthless in this world, my dear."