You ask me who I prefer doing business with? Not the Merchant Guild. Those folks have more tricks than a bird has feathers. Street vendors? Forget it. They'll haggle over every last coin. The Fishers' Guild is alright. Honest folk. But I don't deal in seafood, so not much overlap there.

No, I prefer the scavengers. They're out on the plains every day with a heavy pack on their back, always bumping into rocks, thorns, and bad luck, so they've got to stock up on my medical supplies. They always need firestarters, and more often than not, they top off their lamp oil or grab a coil of sturdy rope before heading out again.
And the best part? They don't haggle. Ever. They hand over a list, drop the coin, grab their gear, and walk. Now that-that's what I call refreshing.

What? You're asking where they get their money? Okay, fine... I've done a little digging.
Don't give me that look.
I worry too, alright? Last thing I want is the Defense Corps knocking on my door while I'm serving tainted coin.

Turns out, some of these scavengers are master leatherworkers. That fine leather coat worn by a city noble? Might've been stitched together by one of these folks. Others make their coin collecting junk on the road-stuff most people toss out-and either sell it to passing merchants or peddle it here in the city. And you know what? After they clean it up and patch it together, it actually looks... kinda nice. Tempting, even.
And if all else fails... Well, rumor has it some scavengers come from money. Playing scavenger is just their version of "living free." Not my place to judge.

Now, sure, there are a few who swipe things now and then. Lazy types who want a shortcut. But around here, us merchants have a system. One glance, a raised eyebrow, and we know who to keep an eye on.