Baz's Finest

Balthazar Grimble’s tiny trailer squats just outside the roadhouse, a gaudy promise of “premium wares” to passing travelers with fat purses. Most days he’s sat outside, sipping something suspiciously strong and watching the road like a hawk who’s had one too many shots of espresso. Locals joke that Grimble’s products are almost as overpriced as his sense of self-importance, but somehow, the rich keep buying anyway.