Street Merchant

Class: Male, Human, Merchant

Want to buy a vowel?

A man with a large wheel divided into sections inscribed with amounts of money comes up to you. “Want to buy a vowel?”

An unmoving figure sits behind an improvised table and only shows signs of being alive when you stop right in front of him.
“Would you like to buy some first class shoelaces?”

A man with a large box under one arm pushes through the crowd and heads right for you.
“Just for you, I have got something special here: an all-purpose cheese slicer, “Rondra’s pride” brand! Cuts any sort of cheese or meat without ever becoming dull! Never needs sharpening!”

Suddenly, a man in front of you starts polishing “[NAME]’s” shoes and doesn’t stop until they shine.
“See this? That’s the work of “Blood bolt”, the miracle sponge! Guaranteed to get rid of any kind of dirt in no time! No orc slayer should leave home without it!”

“I don’t get it.”

“What use is it?”

“But that’s dangerous!”

“I can’t use that.”

“Quick, bring it to the temple of Hesinde!”

“This miracle must be of dwarvish manufacture.”

“And so many of them? You must be rich.”

“Thanks, we already have a dozen of them.”

“Grand, let’s have one!”

“I have to get one of those, whatever the cost!”

“I’ve spent years looking for something like that!”

“What luck! Quick, give me one!”

The man looks at you flabbergasted and disappears.

Slowly and with a fearful face, the merchant retreats, talking to you all the while in a calming voice.

Shocked, the man drops his merchandise. He collects his wares again frantically and runs away in a blind panic.

With an idiotic smile on his face the man collapses.

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