[color=a36209][i][b]Adam 'Trails Wilford- Sandy Coves Inn[/b][/i][/color]

Adam turned at the sight of the scarred man who seemed reticent to speak to one of them bots, which was understandable and turned to Adam. “Do you work here, or know the person that works here? Emergency.” He thought to say no, but couldn't help himself. "Sure am. Sander G Coves, some 'round here call me Sandy. Hence the name." But before he could continue his shenanigans, the girl from the diner named Brandy stopped him and spoke over him. “Na...no, I don't, the robot is Archie and Celeste over there is the owner.”. A small, kind of cutely meek really, woman popped out from a corner. "I'm Celeste Brown," she repeated for emphasis, flipping some curls off her shoulder and smiling her sweetest smile. "This is the Sandy Coves Inn, and my assistant there is Archie." Adam stood aside, making a sweeping motion with his fingers for the big man to go ahead, "Go on, partner. I'm in no rush.". Adam leaned against the wall as he waited for them to finish up before he had his say.

Adam approached and nodded. "Ma'am.", instinctively tried to tip his trader's cap and realized he'd forgotten it back at the shack, "Oh...this is embarrassing. Seems I left my cap back at the shed." He wiped his hands on his jeans again, realizing he'd forgotten to take care of that back at the shed. "Sorry, was working on my fishing boat and I didn't wash my hands before I came into town." He cleared his throat to try and introduce himself again. "Name's Adam Wilford, scavenger and merchant by trade....and a little side work in repair too." He put his hand to his side when he finished his introduction. "I'm not really one to beat around the bush, so I'll just come out and get to business. I heard your ol bed n' breakfast here ain't running yet. I was wondering if maybe you might be willing to let me look around for anything good. I will pay top shelf for it if you're willing to sell." He dug around in his pockets and found a worn leather pouch and muttered to himself, "Oops, that's the personal funds. Need the....business!" He found the blue pouch and put a bag of 500 caps out to her to count. "See? So you know I ain't some 'dine and dash' trader trying to rip you off." He put the pouch back in his jacket. "If not, that's alright. I'm overdue for a meal that ain't canned and cooked on a hotplate too if you're up for mealtime. Or both, really."