A third of the world is covered by the howling maelstrom that was born a century ago. It is not ordinarily a place you'd find people surviving, but sometimes things appear in it. Strange things - otherworldly things - brought into the mist of a howling storm of cloudy dust and wind that blows in whichever direction it wants.
Maybe glass guy should find a place on the edge of the market with more elbow room.
Maybe he should pay for a bigger slot and show all his stuff in the center of the doublewide.
If he owned the place, that would certainly be the case, but if he is renting, 'generating complaint overhead' is a thing he could be reasonably charged for.
"I appreciate that. If he doesn't, at least I'm sure all your stall neighbors will agree that you're not provoking him on purpose even if we do wind up having to ask around as due diligence."
"Well, I'd say that went well," Latihan comments once they've wandered some distance away.
"Possibly we should do a day of me shadowing you around the market rather than the other way around next time."
"I might want clarity on the underlying official situation so I'm not guessing so wildly."
"I haven't actually had someone who had quite that many complaints about him from different people without any of the complaints being egregious, your solution seemed good."
"I set the prices and decide what to do with the funds, so I guess me in some sense? But I wouldn't spend the money on myself."