The Canterbury Tales The Merchant Novels & Stories

As if someone just left a puke unwashed for several days. Kazal retreated a few steps back from the metallic structure. Coincidentally after he did, he heard a sound of footsteps from a distance, followed by the sound of a heavy breathing, and several steps of different weight. “Is there a group running nearby?” Was what he originally thought, but along with the sound of the primary footsteps, comes along that smell of blood which has been disturbing his nose for some time. The dog merchant angled his head to the exit of the alley way, where he could see a considerably bright light lighting up the exit. A figure appeared out of nowhere under the light and rushed into the lane Kazal was stand

If not for his Tribesmen, he would have already charged at this merchant and kill him. He scanned the crowd with hateful eyes, it was almost spitting out fire. He then saw a tall middle aged man behind a young man, his build was no different from a human being but he felt respect. He shook his head hastily, 'What's going on! He's human! Why am I showing respect?'. “it would be 700 gold coins per sack!” he then heard the fat merchant spoke. “W-what?! Isn't it a bit too much?!” the Dog Tribes leader shouted in shock. 'You blood sucking monster!' he cursed.

He can struggle all he wants, but nothing is getting him out of my trap. The merchant stares at me like I'm the monster in his worst nightmare, and he's not wrong. Max stands behind him, rolling his shoulders, while Landen leans against a nearby trunk, boots half-buried in dead leaves, watching everything with that lazy look that fools people into thinking he's harmless. I squat before the merchant and peel the gag from his mouth. The first thing he does is scream at the top of his lungs until he starts coughing. Pathetic. He thrashes like a cornered animal, a rabbit, but even prey fights harder than this.

Meanwhile, Lisa and Mpok Hamidah are getting hotter. "Well, if you can afford it, just pay it, Mbak. You don't have to use anarchists either!" Lisa has lost her temper. "The buyer is the king, but the merchant of the Sultan is also the time, ah! How can there be a story of a merchant being abused like this! Just be proud of yourself."

"Sonjica here- " and Edward flapped his hand at the distracted man- "was just informing me that these birds are town bred. Well! I've put a penny on it, for they're country bred, through and through!" "You've lost your money, then" replied the merchant, Mr Casbane, "for they're town bred." "They are most certainly not!" "Take it or leave it, Mister! They're town bred, and I have the ledger here to prove it."

I asked, my eyes reading the faces of the two elders behind the strange man. “Your majesty, I’m a merchant from across the border, towards the northern port. I brought my merchandise to be sold here, but not one person has agreed to give me a listening ear and it pains me because I came all the way, hoping for a good deal.” The man wailed. I leaned into my chair, resting against the back rest. “What merchandise do you carry?” I asked and he looked at the elders like he was seeking their permission to speak.

The man said. “Won’t you come inside and have tea with us?” The baby voice asked seductively. “No thanks,” the merchant said with a sigh, “I got a letter that my wife put to bed last night, I must be by her side before the sun sets.” “I see, okay, here is your money.” The coins jingled again. “Please come a little bit closer into the shadow, for I am sick and can’t come out of the sun.” Silence passed again.

I didn’t want to give them any idea that I wasn’t of this world, or that I had riches to splurge. “Hello, good sir,” a merchant suddenly approached me. “You look like you have some money to spare. Would you care to try some of my delicious tea? It’s directly made from the leaves of the Mountain of Falls.” “No, thank you. I’m just here to look around,” I politely declined. A few more steps forward when another merchant walked up to me. “Young man, might I interest you in some rare and antique jewellery? It will surely get the attention of any young lady,” she bribed as she gave me a sly smile.

I tried to dodge his arm, but he held me back, annoying. — Are you sure? — Sometimes he is so serious that I can't help but smile, thankfully it's dark. The worried face was good, but we had more important things to do. — See that shadow there? It trembles every time I say the words that petty, tight-fisted, or penny-pinching. — The shadow slightly trembles again. — See? That can only be a merchant from the south! They are too greedy to be able to fight for themselves, so they tell other people to do it. Now excuse me… — I answered.

The merchant, confused but intrigued by the unfolding situation, inquired, "What are you suggesting?" Seraphina, ever the diplomat, stepped forward, "We'd like to propose a deal. In exchange for the medicine, young Altair here can work for you, and repay the debt." The merchant, considering the offer, looked the young lad up and down. "Alright, but he better not cause any trouble." Young Altair, gratitude evident in his eyes, nodded vigorously. "Thank you. I promise you won't regret this." As the agreement solidified, the marketplace began to dissolve, fading like mist in the morning sun. The sounds of bartering and chatter gave way to a haunting silence, leaving us in a void of darkness.