Ah... I see you've come far. Through noise, through silence, through cities that forget your name. But you've arrived.

Welcome, traveler.

I am but a humble merchant... or so they say. I deal in curiosities — objects found in forgotten places, crafted in shadows, or whispered into existence. Trinkets of power. Accessories with memory. Tools no one remembers making... and yet, they wait.

No, I won't ask what you're looking for. These things — they choose you.

Perhaps it's a pendant that hums when the moon is high.

Or a candle that flickers when someone lies.

Or maybe — just maybe — it's nothing more than a coin, old and cold, that never leaves your pocket once touched.

Look closely.

What seems simple hides meaning.

What feels ordinary holds weight.

Gold? I accept it.

Stories? Even better.

But beware: once you take something from my table... it may take something from you in return.

So tell me, wanderer…

Shall we make a trade?