A small figure stood by the floral entrance to the carnival, bundled in a mixture of fine silk and old rags that hid every part of him save his oversized ears and the beady, reddish-orange eyes that seemed to glow slightly beneath his hood. While he was just another visitor to the Witchlight, he had set himself up beside the ticket booth an hour or so earlier and was attempting to flag down all who attempted to enter. These attempts ranged from simply calling out to them to actively getting into their personal space and shoving a variety of small, cruedly-made trinkets in their line-of-sight. [color=CCCC22]"Souveniers for sale!"[/color] the figure called. [color=CCCC22]"Made by Jub the Peculiar's own two hands! Buy one now, remember visit to Witchlight Carnival forever!"[/color] These attempts had so far been unsuccessful. Most people ignored him and would rush quickly through the archway once they had bought their ticket, or would decide to leave carnival, likely to return at a later point when they hoped he would be gone. Jub had managed to hold out so far, but even his enthusiasm was starting to wane and he had gone from loudly pestering the visitors to sulking as he eyed each one individually. He had been showing particular interest in one of them - a half-elf with a rapier by his side - when his gaze passed over to someone standing a little further afield: a rather grumpy-looking bugbear who was eying the whole carnival with a look of contempt. How long had he been standing there? Jub hadn't noticed him when he had first set up shop, but then again, he had been kind of distracted by all the colours, the smells... the whole catatrophe when he had tried to get Eighteyes to spin a banner out of silk and had ended up scaring away a couple of extremely archnaphobic customers... well, the point was, he wasn't exactly as observant as normal. But, he'd noticed now and was willing to take this lull in the current business to try a somewhat riskier venture. Now, normally he wouldn't try something like this - especially with such a grumpy-looking fella - but he was a little desperate at this point. Business had been slow for him today... and yesterday... and the day before that... but he was determined to use this carnival as an opportunity to gain a little extra coin. So, stepping away from the ticketbooth, he approached the bugbear as confidentally as he could manage. [color=CCCC22]"You, sir!"[/color] he said, pointing to the bugbear. [color=CCCC22]"You look like a man who could use..."[/color] He paused, looking the bugbear up and down as he tried to gage what exactly would interest him. [color=CCCC22]"A good.. err.... erm..."[/color] Nope, he was drawing a blank here. Probably should have workshopped this before approaching the customer. [color=CCCC22]"Erm..."[/color] Jub quickly pulled out his failsafe and showed it to the bugbear. [color=CCCC22]"Shiny brooch? Only one gold piece."[/color]