While Ivy and her group headed towards the local bookstore, a strange man with a tray of knickknacks walked up to them.
"Good day, my lords. Could I interest you with some fine items that I found in my travels?"
It was a wandering merchant. A traveller/dealer who offers strange and unusual items gathered from various locations. They are also well-known for being conmen who enjoy robbing others of their riches by selling cheap trinkets at premium prices.
"No, thank you." Peterson kindly declined as he knew better not to trust people like that, "We have our fair share of strange things already."
"Wait. Wait, my lords." The wandering merchant continued to block their path. "Why not have a look at what I have first? I am sure I have something to offer."
"No. There is nothing that would interest us. Now, if you don't step aside, don't mind me for using other methods to turn you away." Peterson glared as he crushed his knuckles.