Pakhet saunters over to you across the blisteringly hot sand. As he walks, his broad shoulders move with intent, and a bundle of cloth swings from his large jaws. Objects poke out from the gaps between his mouth and the sack, and it's a miracle that none of the various items stuffed into the makeshift pouch have fallen out. He drops his collection in front of you, the prodding glint of a persuasive salesman in his eyes. "One man's trash is another man's treasure." He prompts, his sharp fangs baring in a toothy grin. "Go ahead, take a look."