Perfect. [with a sweeping gesture of his hand and a small bow, he puts on a much more dramatic presentation.] Then I'd like to welcome you properly to the Argent Stone, the finest provider of wearable oddities and things that make proper folk very uncomfortable at parties. Kettle's in the back.

[which is the only explanation he gives for why he starts heading for the back of the tent, only to duck under that flap he'd been standing in front of earlier. perhaps there's a kitchen back there? Tek can hear clanking past the tarp.]