Novel & Cerita Merchant From Canterbury Tales

“You’re unbearable on sugar.” I gasped. “I am delightful.” “You are trouble.” “You like trouble,” I said. He didn’t answer. His mouth twitched like he agreed. The shop was dim and smelled like leather and lamp oil. Shelves crowded the walls. A bell jingled when we stepped inside. The merchant behind the counter looked up - thin, quick eyes, a smile that was too quick to be warm. “Welcome, friends,” he said. “What can I get you?” “Thread. Coarse salt. Small flask of oil,” Kael said. His tone was polite, forgettable. The kind that didn’t stick in minds.

“Anyways, I believe you brought that jewel with you?” Kazal eyed the group of people one by one. Regis seemed to also tag along as he ordered the people to place the casket on the counter. While the workers were opening the casket, he then shook hands with Kazal like Vera, a few shaking and squeezing while persuading him to come back to Briggs trading company, a well known trading company owned by Kazal and is based in Battingham Kingdom, the central kingdom for the Hazaris continent. Even though he is extremely rich and influental even amongst the royalties, Kazal decided that living his life as a wandering merchant best suits him. That is why the workers of Briggs company or even his frien

"That’s the start of the detox." They reached the spice merchant's stall, a haven of fragrant powders and aromatic seeds. The merchant, a lean man with shrewd eyes, watched them approach, his expression unreadable. "Looking for something specific?" the merchant asked, his voice low and gravelly. Bima met his gaze, the notebook a silent testament to their quest. "We’re looking for a taste," Bima said, choosing his words carefully. "A taste that speaks of… the earth. Of ancient stories."

But come down here for a moment, will you? I get down off the roof and land on some boxes confused. —What do you need sir?— The merchant comes to me and starts tiding my clothes. — Your clothes, your highness! They are a mess. How have you undone almost all your laces?— —Oh, thank you, sir.— I say a bit embarrassed. I still haven't figured out how tiding laces work. He finishes my clothes and gives me an approving look. — If you're already going to the forge, would you mind doing me a favour and ordering a new shipment of twenty claymores? — Gentle voice but still astute tone like all traders.

"What?" "We found another witness." Draven stood immediately. "Bring him." Minutes later, a frightened merchant entered and his hands trembled badly and then Draven studied him carefully. "Talk." The merchant swallowed. "I only carried messages." "What messages?" "Payments." Draven's eyes narrowed. "To whom?" The merchant hesitated. That was a mistake. The room suddenly felt dangerous and Draven took one step forward and the merchant nearly collapsed. "Answer." "I don't know the name."

Sarina explained as she tried not to find his discomfort amusing. "And then what?" Canagan asks. " Don't worry about that, if you don't know then you will look surprised." Sarina said putting a hand on his shoulder. " I'm not sure I like not knowing. It's OK though I trust you." He said as he got Devon and they returned. When they reached The Mountain Lands it wasn't long before they found a merchant. Canagan took a deep breath as he focused on what he was supposed to say. " I'll give you a hundred for the lot." The merchant says and starts to count it out.

She can't believe what she is seeing, this person is covered with red or probably blood. "Y-you! Y-you should be dead" she stuttered. A woman's laugh rang through the corridor "Should" her eyes turned red and everything starts to fade. It is true no matter what you do you can't escape death. No matter where you hide it is pre-ordained. She remembers the night with Mr. Mc Ghany, it was before the fire. He was reading a book about a crazy detective, as he reads through the pages he said "This is one of the story I read in here; There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just

One smile and she knew that man was a goner. "You’ll be going straight to Lord Bernie then?" Ashlan and Pearl were both merchants in a way. Except Pearl sells mythical creatures and he sells fresh bread and some magical totems. It was a strange combination, of course, just like his shop. It was amazing and creepy at the same time. It was the kind of shop you wondered about, that you felt your soles move toward as if there upon a shelf was a piece of your own life puzzle.

Sometimes an adventurer or two appeared in town, stayed for a day or two and continued on their way. “Come, honored quests!” shouted the fat merchant while the sweat ran down his plumb cheeks onto his already soaked light green tunic. “Buy my wares! Nowhere on this side of the Pontar Valley, will you find this quality! I assure you!” He smiled, revealing a full row of small white teeth. His hands, moving up and down, made strange patterns in the air. He put on his best poker face for customers. One thing echoed in his mind, the first half of his wares were of lower quality than the rest, but who knew that, nothing that a few honeyed words couldn’t fix. He shrug that thought, returned it to s

"The merchant decided to go home but was caught up in a terrible snowstorm. He tried to seek shelter against the largest tree he can find and try to fall asleep but with the howls of wild animals plus the deadly cold, the poor man couldn't bear to fall asleep." Cathedra realized she had been holding in her breath by the time Miss Yumi flipped to the next page. It was morning now, but still the grounds were covered in snow that it was hard to tell the path to home. "By the help of the sunlight, the merchant noticed an enormous castle within walking distance. Deciding to take his chances, he set off for the heavy metal gates surrounding the castle and went in."