Yeesh. Somebody's in a bad mood. Couldn't blame her, though, really; he'd just gotten her, and in a few mintues, he'd probably be aggravated, too. He listened to her, and gave a shrug of his shoulders. "No, not a merchant. I'm a spellcaster." If she didn't know hm, then that means she doesn't know just what sort he is; better, he figured, to keep it nebulous, than risk having her accusing him, behind his back or to his face, of being demon-spawn.<br/><br/>"Going off on a trip. I'll be gone a long while. And you? What has you up at this hour?"  His tone of voice, at all times, remains friendly, but in a strangely detached manner.