Two weeks later:<The chimes jingle as Exnihil enters his shop, smiling>
Though he has spent the last four years building his name as a holo-vid producer, this place - his very first Legion World venture - still held a place in his heart.
As much as the bottom had dropped out of the tobacco market for smaller shops like his after some of the larger players had lobbied for prohibitive import tariffs, Ex still held on to the old place, more out of nostalgia than any real chance of turning a profit.
Still... there was the occasional special order that made it worthwhile... some special blend or another that the big boys couldn't be bothered with. It was then when Ex would step in. He loved the thrill of the hunt.
<Ex places the tin on the counter>
This particular mix had been
very difficult to track down, taking him to the island of New Zealand on the planet Earth - during a
solar eclipse no less... but Ex didn't want to be reminded of all
that right now. No, now he just wanted to bask in the glow of having, once again, been able to prove that the Tobacconihilist still had a place in this world.
<He lifts the lid, and regards his "treasure", speaking to himself with an air of self-satisfaction>
"Never let it be said that Ex isn't a man of his word. Southfarthing weed you asked for, Mr. Fox, and southfarthing weed you shall have. Hmmmm..."
<looking around>
"...now where did he place his card? Crap... I never got his info. How am I supposed to find this guy?"
<thinks, then shrugs>
"Well... if he wants it bad enough, I'm sure he'll come back. In the mean time... it looks likes it's about "SHAKES-o'clock"."
<closes up the tin, and locking the shop back up, Ex heads off to grab a drink at SHAKES>