Whores, thieves, vagabonds, and the homeless these were his brethren, and these were the only  who caught a glimpse of the man and his tiny wagon as it slowly scuttled into town.<br/><br/>and just as the next morning dawned in the center of town was a garish red, purple, and gold wagon on top of which stood a slim man who looked to be no more than 30 years of age. His finely tailored ash gray, seersucker suit clunge to him as tightly as his slick oil black hair clunge to the top of his scalp. He gestured wildly to draw more and more of the townsfolk to his "humble" place of buisiness<br/><br/>"COME ONE! COME ALL! To Dr. Li's traveling emporium of the healing artes! I've traveled the world to bring you unguents from Russia, Potions from Prussia, bandages fit for a pharaoh straight from Egypt, elixirs from Budapest guaranteed to put those boils to rest, Pharmaceuticals from Berlin that will cure any cough, lotions of the finest quality from gay Paris, Chinese teas made from a plant so rare that the emperor himself sold the great wall for a single cup, mermaid tears from Atlantis, and soda from Atalanta. All of which I'm willing to part with for a pittance! Mad with fever? bloated with gout? Is your special place itchy? Or is your woman just being bitchy? Then come on up because I have just the cure for you!"<br/><br/>