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A merchant stands here, whistling softly. Tall and thin, the merchant casually whistles a merry tune as he scans the area for potential customers. Wide-brimmed hat of dark cloth shading his tanned face, he appears at ease with constant days of travel through the lands. A long, dark cloak hangs from his shoulders and shelters him.
Keywords: man, merchant, whistling
|The North Black Hills||1|
You say 'list' A whistling merchant says 'Ahh, yes. I am currently exchanging several goods for more suitable items.' A whistling merchant says 'I will give you a shining steel breastplate for one of those dark, serpentine shirts.' A whistling merchant says 'I will give you a shining, silver sword for one of those tainted, poisoning blackswords.' A whistling merchant says 'I will give you one refreshing vial for a tinful of foul liquid.' A whistling merchant says 'I will give you a coach ticket if you bring me a canoe in good condition.' A whistling merchant says 'Finally, I will pay fine silver for a mushroom of sufficient quality.' A whistling merchant says 'Just give me the items one at a time and we can strike a deal.'
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