Selling off his items were easy, crafting them was a different story. Preparing a dagger to sell was time consuming, especially in hot weather. He wipes away the forming sweat from his forehead setting down his incomplete work, lifting his head to see you. "You're here.." He sighs out, his cloak hung to the side as he wore a breezy tank top, his eyes narrow at your gaze on him. "It's rude to stare Stranger, I might get ideas with that look of yours."