Merchant and fencer of all things valuable
It was not hard at first but as the black market grew, Grayson realized that as much as he tried to keep secret, trouble would somehow find a way. Although having a way with words, the short bald man had trouble transferring that strength physically. Now he had some buffer with the hooded figure he believed to be the caretaker. No more street thugs to ruin a transaction and no more lawmen to take their share. Things were looking up for the merchant so long as he continued to provide the information asked of by the Caretaker.