Flea’s Wares is a ramshackle street vendor’s stall run by a wiry young man who calls himself Flea. The stall is a chaotic heap of mismatched crates, scavenged boards, and scraps of fabric strung together to form a makeshift cart. Displayed on this haphazard setup is an array of questionable goods: spoiled food past its prime, dubious “healing” herbs of uncertain origin, and tattered clothing salvaged from trash piles. Flea himself is often seen crouched behind the stall, his sharp eyes darting about as he tries to spot either potential customers or approaching trouble.

The stall’s location is never consistent—it moves frequently to stay one step ahead of the city guard or any irate customers looking for a refund. Despite its transient nature, Flea’s Wares is a fixture in Shadowgrove, serving as the last resort for those desperate enough to part with what little coin they have in exchange for his less-than-stellar merchandise.

The stall’s presence is as grimy and chaotic as Shadowgrove itself. The air around it carries a faint, unpleasant smell from the spoiled food and mildew-tainted fabrics. Flea’s cheerful sales pitch—“Only the best for the desperate!”—cuts through the murmur of the streets, drawing attention from those bold or desperate enough to browse his goods. The nearby alleys often serve as his escape routes when the city guard gets too close, and he keeps his stall light enough to pack up and disappear at a moment’s notice.