Behind a large table of artwork and customized jewelry stood Hunter, who had come to the Nexus to sell some of his creations again. He now has an excess supply once again, after regaining use of his right hand.

So he is one of those 'shopkeepers' who immediately notices the chaos. He had been negotiating a price with someone from another world, when the translation ended. And somehow, they had worked out a barter by just gesturing.

Hunter puts up a closed sign on his table. And wonders forward slightly, to glance around the rest of the Nexus. It seems that whatever is happening, it is a Nexus-wide effect.

He frowns slightly. He only knows English. So that won't help.

But he does have his art supplies on hand, in case anyone wants to grab pens and pencils to try to communicate in another way.