"What era?" Thrice thumbs through the maps on his CiD, flagging three locations. "The first two'll take anything really, the third works with far future items, I think? Tubes of nanoparticles and whatever other strange, strange things come out."

He's aware of these places not only because of his job, but because he's already working on a series of side-projects. In order to get a letter home, he had to enter into an agreement with Ceith and to complete his part of the bargain, Thrice needs a few odd supplies.