"That's a difficult question."  And one he's asked himself more than once, in the course of trying to find a comfortable niche.  "The only thing that seems to do consistently well is entertainment, which I suppose is no surprise, between the curses and the inability to leave. I haven't been here a month and i find it tedious already. Beyond that, though-- the bulk of illegal business seems to be highly specialized." And largely nonhuman, which is a peculiar thought. It's not exactly that he'd have moral qualms about selling human blood or magical items or what have you, he just lacks the familiarity to find an in.

"No one seems to know where anything comes from, ultimately, save used goods... which makes it difficult to find a supply that might match any demand." Transport and distribution are more his familiarity than production; and here, that too seems hardly necessary. "Perhaps I ought to open a nightclub after all, at least that makes some semblance of sense here."