"Fist fight, I assume."
Wait for him to make the first move, then block and throw a quick jab at his nose.
He fakes a jab, and blocks your jab, stabbing your arm with a concealed knife as he blocks, and then he kicks you in the chest, knocking you down onto the floor.
"Ill? What do you mean? The eye is normal if that is what you are talking about, it's my Mark. Something has been slightly off today but otherwise I think I'm fine." Riko stands up.
The women frowns and slowly cups one of his cheeks. "No, no dear. You're pale as the dead. Do you want to come inside? Im sure I can whip something up to make you feel better."
"Ho, friend. How goes business? I be lookin' fer a geological map. Do ye carry such a thing?"
The old man doesn't look up from his counter, still idly wiping it with the rag. Since he either wasn't paying attention or couldn't hear you, you walk around exploring the shelves.
Food;
Salted Meat; 5 coins.
Smoked Pork Strips x10; 15 coins.
Wheat Roll; 10 coins.
Pickled Fish Eyes x100; 10 coins.
Clothing/Armour;
Leather Apron; 20 coins.
Leather Gloves; 15 coins.
Working Boots; 10 coins.
Weapons;
Butcher's Knife; 10 coins. 2 damage.
Blacksmith's Hammer; 10 coins. 3 damage.
Tools;
Fishing Rod. 10 coins.
Pen and Ink Well. 5 coins.
Embalming Tools. 5 coins.
Misc.;
Map; 20 coins.
Strips of leather x5; 15 coins.
Seeds (Wheat, carrot, melon, or flower.) 5 coins.
In that case, Rithos heads for the headquarters. Cautiously, because backstory.
Heading to headquarters, everyone just kind of ignores you, even among cultists they think you an odd one.