
"yes, yes, yes." a voice said crossly "just a moment!" There's a bit of a rustling around the bushes, and out emerges an elderly Satyr. His once earthy colors fading to a pale grayish. Staring at you from rather sharp blue eyes, he waits a few moments and then emits a sound very much like a "harumph"
"Yes." he repeats testily, one hooved foot tapping. "This is the collection corner. We have here wares that are bartered for and sold. Sometimes a rare item comes in to my hands and I display it here. Often those are not for sale, and you need to figure out what I require for that item."
His tone seemed less than pleasant that he was explaining all this to you.
"I am called Nicodemus. You can refer to me as Nicodemus. Not "Nick" or "Demo" or any such claptrap. Young Tyler has gotten more than a hoof to the backside for such, and I won't hesitate with you either. Elders should be respected."
Folding his hands over his chest he kept his eyes on you. "So now then, what will it be?"