[one of the funny things about Tonic is that he genuinely enjoys what he does. he's one of those rare cases where a front became a hobby, which somehow wound up his actual job, which somehow now takes up more time than the thing he was fronting for in the first place.

so he makes a sound into his drink as he finishes it off, jumping on the chance to actually talk about what he does.]

Clothes, darling. People bring me things, and I finish them up.

[he holds out his sleeve for Tek to look closer--the dragon had probably already noticed the craftsmanship by now, but the wrappings and tatters that have been pulled together to make Tonic's very aesthetically-minded sleeves are sewn together with secure, even stitching of a near-matching color. hard to catch in passing, though, is that there are other stitches and small patches in very specific shapes and patterns--with his arm stretched out like this, he reveals the face of a snarling monster on his sleeve, with sharp teeth and four angry eyes and a body that coils around his wrist like a snake.]

The Argent Stone, up in the Marketplace. I sell jewelry and accessories, too.