Engrossed in his tale, the merchant didn't catch wind of Dawn's unusual reaction to his words until she accosted him with questions. "Where?-" He began to try and reply before he found Dawn's coinpurse shoved in his hands. For a few moments he stood there, simply looking at her and the small satchel in his hand. Swallowing, he handed it back to Dawn along with the jewel. "I get the feeling you're not an ordinary farmer's daughter..." He finally muttered.<br/><br/>The merchant managed to compose himself a little. Around the pair, villagers had taken notice of Dawn's unusual interests. Half-whispered conversations drifted between the townspeople as they passed by. By tonight, the entire village would know. Rumours always spread like wildfire. The merchant took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "Lass... I don't know why you're so interested in this... but... you realize the world's a dangerous place still. This elf was described to me to be like a demon. Everyone knows all demons died with the Kaiser, but if this one's still around..."<br/><br/>The man realizes he's not giving Dawn the answer she's looking for. Relenting, he just shakes his head. "If you're set on this. I met said traveler two weeks ago in Mist's Hollow's tavern. He spent every night we were in town there so he shouldn't be hard to find. I've no clue when he saw her, but apparently it was in a wood nearby Mist's Hollow that was haunted." The merchant gives Dawn one last look. "Take my advice lass, don't chase this myth."  He walked away from the witch to help his companions unload their wares, shouting directions while Dawn remains standing there.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>