The clanking of metal on stone started to be heard, as if one was banging tubes upon the ground. The clanging crescendoed and was followed by a cacophony of other sounds, the grinding of wheels, the hiss of steam, the metallic whiny of a horse construct. A large carriage of bronze, copper, and iron loudly made its way down the cobbled streets of London's merchant quarter. The normal sounds of the street, heckling, bartering, and metallic sounds were overpowered as the carriage passed. The large horse construct was of an older model, not as ornate as those used by the rich but made of stronger materials. It wasn't made to be a decorative piece, it was made solely to act as a horse would, a beast of burden and no more. The carriage was a hulking metal behemoth, rolling upon three pairs of wheels and causing quite a ruckus as the sea of customers parted before it. Sitting upon the drivers seat perched up high was a figure in black. He held onto a set of reins attached to the horse but didn't seem to move a muscle as the horse simply pulled the carriage onward. Carved into both sides of the carriage was a single word, "Merchant".<br/><br/>The driver looked out from under his wide-rimmed hat at the passersby. Many of them were outfitted in dirty clothing. He was nearing his destination. How long had it been since he last visited London? Maybe a year or so. He had wandered through the England countryside, providing his services to many. He had acquired two new gears since then. The carriage rumbled onward, pushing its way through the ocean of bodies.<br/><br/>The driver looked out to his left to see a quaint park. Seeing such a serene place in this city was a treat. It was very out of place but very welcome. What really caught his eye though was a rather tall man with a large arm of metal. A Golem. He hadn't seen one in quite some time due to most of them only skittering about in the shadows. His carriage moved onward.<br/><br/>In only a couple of minutes, the driver had found where he would like to stop. An open square had greeted him with the promise of space for his carriage. He patiently waded to the square and finally stopped. The horse whinnied and struck its metal hooves against the ground. The carriage groaned to a stop and hissed as steam escaped into the air. The driver jumped down from his perch and landed on his feet without missing a beat. He went to the side of his carriage and with the eyes of many upon him, entered it through a hatch in the side.<br/><br/>A couple seconds of nothing floated off into the air before the carriage came to life. With a series of hisses and the crunching of gears, the side of the carriage opened up to reveal the driver. The carriage lowered itself to the ground as the wheels seem to fold away into the metal monstrosity. Within the minute, the carriage had turned into a small store with the driver looking out at the astounded crowd with his hat tilted back, revealing a bored expression. Another moment of stillness passed between the driver and the crowd before more sounds were heard from inside the carriage. Again life sprung into existence as dozens of constructs, big and small, started to make their way out of the carriage through the now open side. A pack of small dogs were the first out and sat down in front of the carriage before a pair of large wolf-like constructs exited through the hatch the driver had entered. A flock of birds flew out of the carriage and perched themselves on top the store before starting to let out a chorus of bird calls. The side of the carriage folded out again to form a series of small tables, on which an assortment of smaller constructs were found, frolicking about. The driver let out a smile as a final click and whir was heard. A small plate above his head flipped around, revealing one more word, "Open". The Merchant was back in London.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>