*Occasional groundskeepers pass by, seeming confused, uncertain on interacting. It's been too long since something happened-- feels strange.*
Corail watches the groundskeepers in curiosity. Maybe he needs better marketing. None of them seem to know what he offers.
I have things for sale here! I have toys, bric-a-brac, books, and many others! I take all currency!
He shifts awkwardly. He has a feeling, just by the looks of things, that nothing particularly exciting has happened here in a while.












