>>5196975>>5196695>>5196677>>5196601>>5196587>>5196493>>5196465>Speak to the bushy-browed merchant hocking his grave goods.You turn your attention to the bushy-browed merchant first. You approach his stall–just like the one prior, his is a thin cloth lain out with an assortment of haphazard knickknacks and merchandise. Whilst the merchant himself is a rather crooked, twitchy-looking fellow, his raggedy shirt hanging from a scraggy frame, his stock seems more valuable than the slug’s.
“Hmm, hmm!” He furls his moustache back. “And what, pray tell, have I done to earn the good grace of a noble’s visit..? My, my. Take your time.”
You note a figure to the merchant’s side–a slight, pale young woman with her head down, her hands clasped and her eyes half-lidded. She remains silent but her eyes follow your gaze. His daughter, perhaps–or a body guard, from the looks of the knife that hangs from her hip.
>Examine the merchant’s goods.>Ask about his selection.>Examine the woman next to the merchant.>Write-In. 