Lady Truth's eyes wander as they walk through the market. For the "Black Market" it seems pretty ordinary. People selling rashins of food, water, medical supplies, beds, tools, anything useful. Of course there were people pawning off riches and other stolen goods, others claiming to be guns for hire but it was still surprisingly normal to her.

She glances back to see her client, Mr Iridescent, speaking with Nether Pact about something...so it wouldn't hurt to take a peak at one of the stalls. She goes up to a stall with hand crafted trinkets made of scrap metal and old wood. "Wow... These are incredible!"