Malcolm Green has been to Sal's Flesh Market many times but this is one of the relative few he has walked the churned goblin market as himself. Master of Mirror, his sojourns at the goblin market were mostly done under cover - a nameless Changeling passing by to barter, sell, and listen to gossip. Hobs talked. Even when there were ears listening.
Walking into the Flesh Market at the Mountain, Onyx of Winter and a Freeholder of Sacramento was something new. Green felt... exposed... as he walked with ponderous tread. His bag bumped at his side, filled with goblin fruit. He'd need them for barter. Occasionally the Scotch Whiskey sloshed with his footstep. He'd need that for barter too - once he had identified the information he sought.
At least on this occasion, he could afford to splash out on a dream pasty. The savoury was rapidly vanishing into his cavernous mouth as he walked, ducked under a string of lanterns glowing in the gloaming, and paused at a rough intersection where two trails met. A pack of goblins shepherded a caravan of Hedge Beasts - to sale or slaughter, no doubt, for Green knew that direction led to the killing grounds.
Idly he contemplated the price the goblin's could fetch for such strong looking... things. A sudden sight of eyes that were much too human snapped him back.
Grimacing, Green waited till the last of the herd had gone before striding across the street. He espied a large tent and a reputable merchant of curiosities. The mountain moved and made a show of inspecting the merchant's treasures.
"Hey. Got some shard-grass with me. It'll bring the lustre out on those lamps and dishes you got back there. Want to trade? Uh... Say! Whats going on with all the crazy dancing and the lamps? Someone having a feast?"
Start small and insignificant.
He could track down Sal's agents later. Or they would come to him.
Green will be waring his great coat (Reinforced Clothing 0/1) and carrying his usual sling bag. This time it will contain a pair of thick gloves, his ax, GOBLIN FRUIT*, a bottle of single malt whiskey aged 25 years, six pack of beer, and a bottle of water.
*For trade and narrative purposes only. He does have Harvest. As for the booze - Green is quite willing to blow his budget on the stuff; he needs Gifts.