"I have not yet had the pleasure to immerse myself in much of the fair. Yours is the first tent I have perused," Bill replied.
His manner was very polite, and as warm as a vampire could be. As it was, it was Bill's Southern lineage that gave him the impression of being less undead and more hospitable. He was interested in the tent, its practitioner, and the items sitting lonely upon the shelves. It reminded him of those traveling salesmen who had often crossed the landscape near his childhood home, bringing a little bit of intrigue to a boring township.
"Oh? Do you have a permanent storefront somewhere? I imagine you must have quite the collection of curiosities. I once was interested in trinkets. Less so now in my elder years."