The bustling of the market continued all around Bram as normal, but in the small bubble of the merchant's stall, all fell silent. The merchant looked at Bram, then smiled. His coarse, scarred hand tapped rhythmically on the wooden counter as he ran his gaze over his curious customer.<br/><br/>"My friend," he whispered in a hush voice. "Nobody deals in Manyte."<br/><br/>He looked around quickly then slipped Bram a slip of paper, on the front of which listed his wares:<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><br/><strong>Silean Potion (small)</strong> –<em> restores 25% HP instantly</em> – <strong>24g.</strong><br/><strong>Bandages (small) (1)</strong> – <em>Restore 25% HP out of battle</em> – <strong>10g.</strong><br/><strong>Soulspire Robes</strong> – <em>clothing </em>- <strong>1g.</strong><br/><strong>Basic longsword</strong>- <em>+1 BM</em> – <strong>20g.</strong><br/><strong>Basic bow and arrows</strong>- <em>+1 BM</em> – <strong>20g.</strong><br/><strong>Adventurer’s Gear</strong> – <em>+1 DEF</em> - <strong>20g.</strong></span><br/><br/>The merchant leaned forward.<br/><br/>"But I personally hate this place, so I'll tell you what." He murmured, keeping his voice down and looking around.<br/><br/>"I'll tell you where they keep the stuff. For a price."<br/><br/>The merchant flashed a toothy grin, straightening up and crossing his arms. He was a businessman first; grudges were one thing, but profit was another.