Nox headed to a small trader's shop and headed in. While he wasn't a trader himself he always managed to pick up something that would be of a value and get some coin for it. But when it came to pay that was always abit of a trouble. With three dominant powers each would trade in their own form of currency but they would always exchange each for whatever was around.<br/><br/>For the Fiends since they held control of Vegas and the area their currency was the Casino's chips that they used and would trade them as actual cash. For the Enclave they still traded with the old US paper money and coins but that was a little scarce past the hoover dam, which lead to the issue of the Legion and their own coin marked as the Denari. It was Ceaser's own coin and sometimes a mark of pardon.<br/><br/>Nox walked in and put his pack down infront of the table. “Well I know there isnt much but im sure we can find something.” the store owner nodded and watched as the young man started pulling out all that he had brought back from his trip, there was some meats he had been able to dry and store that he could sell off plus armor and weapons such as swords,knives and crossbows that he had salvaged from those who had fallen and those who had tried to stop him. He was quick and efficient in cutting down anyone who had tried to stop him. Once he had sold everything that he had to he took the chips and put them away in his pocket before he headed out of the store. He laughed abit hearing his stomach rumble.<br/><br/>He looked out to the strip to see about getting something to eat and surprisingly while run by criminals and addicts there often was an okay meal to grab in one of the casinos. Heading into the main lobby of the MGM he looked around to find one of the dining rooms and see what food he could scrounge up.