[Just as Percy is about to give up, it seems that luck is on his side, as the stranger from earlier approaches him. Although the paranoid part of him is screaming at him, don't trust him, you idiot, he knows that if he has any hope of finding what it is he is looking for he is going to have to trust someone.

He glances around, as if he is worried that someone will overhear him, or read his mind. He keeps his voice hushed, leaning in so that the possibility of being eavesdropped on was slim to none.]

I was hoping to find some research on an item I am hoping to build and enchant. [He pauses, as if waiting for Caleb to point out that magical craftspeople exist.] I am afraid this item is not something that is traditionally built by even the most talented of artisan. If you can help direct me in the right direction, I do have some coin. It's not much, but I am certain we can strike an accord.