Taking a closer look, you see they’ve got a knife and a piece of wood. They seem to just be whittling, maybe to pass the time. Or maybe this is how they make the knick-knacks this stall supposedly sells.
Well, you’re stuck here for a while, so you may as well look into this. You knock on the door. The grebling looks very surprised, and quickly hides the piece of wood. Oddly, not the knife.
You step back a bit, so they hopefully don’t realize you were watching. The door opens and they look upward at you.
“Who are you?” they ask. “What’s with that uniform?”
“It’s a costume… there’s a long and weird story as to why I’m wearing it, but you don’t need to worry about that,” you reply. “Are you working the stall?”
“It’s not open, so no.” They seem annoyed more than anything. “Nobody’s workin’ it.”
“I mean, I thought you might be taking inventory or something,” you clarify.
“Nah, just realized I’d lost my knife.” They hold it up casually; you don’t feel like they’re trying to threaten you with it. “I’d helped with carryin’ some of the stuff here, so I thought I might have left it in here. Turns out I was right.”
Which doesn’t explain the whittling. You don’t want to give away that you know about it, though – they might panic. Best to get what information you can out of them while you have the chance.
Of course, that means figuring out what to ask them about.
Do greblings like Redlake’s brew as much as humans do?