The Sacramento Antiques fair, a frequent gathering of hundreds of vendors peddling almost anything you can imagine from niche lighting options and old furniture to vintage clothing, hand crafted goods and even some old war paraphernalia.
While some Vendors remained, consistent others rotate out meaning there was always new offerings in the treasure hunt. You can spend the day perusing and see barely half of what was on offer.
And that was what this Necromancer had set the day aside for. Dressed in Blue Jeans, Grey shirt and Brown suede jacket he perused the stalls looking for back of the garage oddities and attic anomalies, things usually kept out of sight, hidden, but here might peak his particular interests.
Meandering through the stalls and gazebos, taking it all in, he listened to the hubbub. While gold hadn’t glittered quite as bright to him for some years, the sound of haggling, of determining fair price and value made him feel at ease, these people knowingly or not called back to older systems, less defined systems but more skilful systems, and he liked that.