Just as Graaver had said, the dealer was likely to be waiting for him at the appointed place. It was very nearly time for their meeting nearby. He was a weaponsmith, sure, but weaponsmithing was a perfectly common and legitimate trade in Sanctuary. This man's talent lied in weaponizing perfectly mundane item. He could balance and sharpen a kitchen knife for throwing, harden a barrel lid to deflect crossbow bolts, there were rumors of one assassin who surprised their target with a chamberpot of his make. Besides that, he would apply a dose of poison to his wares for those willing to pay that much extra, a dangerous practice for those who don't know exactly how to do it safely.<br/><br/>Althea gave her husband a parting kiss on the cheek before taking any baskets Kacie was carrying and going to wait at the door of Luke's shop. She watched him finish his act from afar, staring somewhat dreamily when she wasn't looking over her shoulder for pickpockets or public gropers. There was something she found undeniably cute about the theatric young man and, while she never considered loving another as she did her husband, Luke was just a joy to look at.<br/><br/>The crowd gave one last round of applause before dispersing. The children are the last to go, one of them stepping up to drop a final padpol on the stage before they all scatter. With the street back at regular density, he could see the woman who rents his workshop standing by the door. She was carrying a good amount of herbs to process and sell that day.