Merlin stumbled into the candy cottage. He had been having such a rough day, trying to figure out what posts go where, and what to say and what to ask. A man who knew too many secrets for his own good, he wondered if he's ever be admitted among the ranks of such strange company. With oaken staff in hand, he was in the form of a man in his early twenties. His brown hair and beard were semi-trimmed, and he smelled like pine seed.