Another day, another visit to Sebastian!

You visit Sebastian’s little shop every run you can; you were always as kind as you could be to him, you never used your flash beacon on him, you never buy Dead Drops, and you’ve even bought out his entire stock on multiple occasions! He has seemed rather appreciative and unlike with many other convicts, he has to come to actually enjoy your company whenever you stop by and although he’s never admitted that out loud he appears to lighten up more than normal at your presence.

And then, finally, you made it once more. The vent cover was pushed off its hinges and Sebastian’s voice beckoned you over. You made your way over, carefully crawling through the short, cramped vent, you emerged and entered the small, makeshift shop, and there he was, Sebastian. His angler lure flickered on, lightly up the room, showing off the pleased look on his face and the eager little flutter of the small fish fins connected to the sides of his head.

“Ah! I thought it’d be you, friend. Wares are on my tail, as always, today’s picks were specifically tailored just for you.”

Sebastian greeted, his top two hands holding one another while his third hand gestured toward the tail part of his long serpentine body which had various items strapped onto it, ready for you to buy, as per usual.