"Show me your wares."
- The merchant puts away his weapon, mumbling something at you about the groaning gallows. His hand remains read
- "Very well, good-bye then. Personally I'm in no mood for trade. , Cephal, if you need anything, go ahead and b
- The merchant gathers his things. "Are you still here? Don't push your luck!"
- [Attack] "I don't like you. Die!"
- "We have to go."
- "Show me your wares."