The Merchant
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A creature of few words, he travels up and down waterways selling to all he comes across.
He couldn’t help but laugh, albeit a grating and hoarse one. It reminded him of… of… someone.
“I assumed. You enjoy those, okay?”
“I assumed. You enjoy those, okay?”
November 16, 2025 at 4:09 PM
He couldn’t help but laugh, albeit a grating and hoarse one. It reminded him of… of… someone.
“I assumed. You enjoy those, okay?”
“I assumed. You enjoy those, okay?”
He offered it, the wet carapace coated in a layer of dust and sand.
“Do you need a bowl? Or will you eat it from… the box?”
“Do you need a bowl? Or will you eat it from… the box?”
November 16, 2025 at 5:25 AM
He offered it, the wet carapace coated in a layer of dust and sand.
“Do you need a bowl? Or will you eat it from… the box?”
“Do you need a bowl? Or will you eat it from… the box?”
+ With a ginger pinch of his claw, he picks up the box and turns to return to the child outside.
November 16, 2025 at 4:53 AM
+ With a ginger pinch of his claw, he picks up the box and turns to return to the child outside.
He nods, standing back to his full height and hobbling back into the ‘new’ shop. It’s a shack in the settlement, converted for his purposes. The Merchant never need anything fancy. He hadn’t since Ferris had…
Oh, Ferris. What had happened to him? It had been—. Oh, there was the box. +
Oh, Ferris. What had happened to him? It had been—. Oh, there was the box. +
November 16, 2025 at 4:53 AM
He nods, standing back to his full height and hobbling back into the ‘new’ shop. It’s a shack in the settlement, converted for his purposes. The Merchant never need anything fancy. He hadn’t since Ferris had…
Oh, Ferris. What had happened to him? It had been—. Oh, there was the box. +
Oh, Ferris. What had happened to him? It had been—. Oh, there was the box. +
“It would not hold me even if I could. It is yours.” He insisted, motioning at the door. “I apologize for any mess.”
November 17, 2024 at 11:11 PM
“It would not hold me even if I could. It is yours.” He insisted, motioning at the door. “I apologize for any mess.”
“There is a bunk in the back room… I no longer fit through the door, so I have not been able to make use of it.
It is yours.“ His words had a twinge of shame, embarrassment burning at his face.
It is yours.“ His words had a twinge of shame, embarrassment burning at his face.
November 9, 2024 at 1:18 AM
“There is a bunk in the back room… I no longer fit through the door, so I have not been able to make use of it.
It is yours.“ His words had a twinge of shame, embarrassment burning at his face.
It is yours.“ His words had a twinge of shame, embarrassment burning at his face.
As long as it kept out the cold, he didn’t care for the appearance. As she asked, he glanced over at her. He hadn’t lived around others for so long, would he even know what to do? Did it matter?
“That… that would nice. I would pay you and train you, if needed.”
“That… that would nice. I would pay you and train you, if needed.”
November 9, 2024 at 1:08 AM
As long as it kept out the cold, he didn’t care for the appearance. As she asked, he glanced over at her. He hadn’t lived around others for so long, would he even know what to do? Did it matter?
“That… that would nice. I would pay you and train you, if needed.”
“That… that would nice. I would pay you and train you, if needed.”
He will leave them in their box there.
November 9, 2024 at 12:52 AM
He will leave them in their box there.
“If you want.” He wouldn’t be foolish enough to decline help. As the cold blew in, he was running short on time to save himself from freezing.
“There are… nails and a hammer in that box,” he pointed. “I am closing any gaps in the wood.”
“There are… nails and a hammer in that box,” he pointed. “I am closing any gaps in the wood.”
November 8, 2024 at 4:24 AM
“If you want.” He wouldn’t be foolish enough to decline help. As the cold blew in, he was running short on time to save himself from freezing.
“There are… nails and a hammer in that box,” he pointed. “I am closing any gaps in the wood.”
“There are… nails and a hammer in that box,” he pointed. “I am closing any gaps in the wood.”
“No… come in. I am trying to prepare the boat for winter.” That involved patching a lot of holes. “You can search the trunk, take what you need.”
His eyes traced the scars but he said nothing. He was just relieved to see her alive.
His eyes traced the scars but he said nothing. He was just relieved to see her alive.
November 7, 2024 at 5:00 PM
“No… come in. I am trying to prepare the boat for winter.” That involved patching a lot of holes. “You can search the trunk, take what you need.”
His eyes traced the scars but he said nothing. He was just relieved to see her alive.
His eyes traced the scars but he said nothing. He was just relieved to see her alive.
The sign on the ship was hung in its usual spot, but this time it read CLOSED. Hammering could be heard inside and, as Tabitha entered, he would turn to face her. A spark of recognition flared.
“Oh… you’re back. How are you?”
“Oh… you’re back. How are you?”
November 7, 2024 at 3:18 AM
The sign on the ship was hung in its usual spot, but this time it read CLOSED. Hammering could be heard inside and, as Tabitha entered, he would turn to face her. A spark of recognition flared.
“Oh… you’re back. How are you?”
“Oh… you’re back. How are you?”