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the original swiss army kitchen merchant [open]
The dingy green glow of dusk heralded the arrival of one merchant to his stall, smiling widely at the people passing by as he went about his work. His purple, three eyed beast (possibly distantly related to a camel) settled down onto its knees with a heavy sigh, closing two eyes as his owner burst into song. The third tracked him lazily.
"XaXingian nights, like XaXingian days! More often than not, deals hotter than hot, in a lot of good ways!"
He tied back the curtains to his stall, revealing rows of various flasks and lamps and pots and other metallic odds and ends, along with countless bottles of spices and their artistically labeled fronts. Schubalti Sea was probably a wonderful flavor enhancer, much like Ftla Snot.
"XaXingian nights, on XaXingian streets! A fool off his guard, could fall and fall hard, without making ends me--"
He paused, as if thinking better than to end his song on that note, gesturing for any of the passing crowd to come closer. "Blessings and good evening to you, dear friends! Welcome to XaXing, world of mystery, of enchantment, of the finest merchandise this side of the Gorgon Galaxy."
His hands slammed down on his table, sending a "SALE" sign tumbling over and down the front. "All on sale today, come on down!" He laughed, monocle lens reflecting some light from the street lamps, reaching beneath the counter and bringing some kind of torture device into view. "Look at this, combination electric carving knife and adjustable torch!"
He pulled out a cigar, holding it with his teeth as he adjusted a knob on the side of the contraption he had in hand. Pressing a lever, a foot of flame blasted out the side -- incinerating the cigar.
"Not adjustable."
He frowned, tossing the contraption and cigar to the side.
"XaXingian nights, like XaXingian days! More often than not, deals hotter than hot, in a lot of good ways!"
He tied back the curtains to his stall, revealing rows of various flasks and lamps and pots and other metallic odds and ends, along with countless bottles of spices and their artistically labeled fronts. Schubalti Sea was probably a wonderful flavor enhancer, much like Ftla Snot.
"XaXingian nights, on XaXingian streets! A fool off his guard, could fall and fall hard, without making ends me--"
He paused, as if thinking better than to end his song on that note, gesturing for any of the passing crowd to come closer. "Blessings and good evening to you, dear friends! Welcome to XaXing, world of mystery, of enchantment, of the finest merchandise this side of the Gorgon Galaxy."
His hands slammed down on his table, sending a "SALE" sign tumbling over and down the front. "All on sale today, come on down!" He laughed, monocle lens reflecting some light from the street lamps, reaching beneath the counter and bringing some kind of torture device into view. "Look at this, combination electric carving knife and adjustable torch!"
He pulled out a cigar, holding it with his teeth as he adjusted a knob on the side of the contraption he had in hand. Pressing a lever, a foot of flame blasted out the side -- incinerating the cigar.
"Not adjustable."
He frowned, tossing the contraption and cigar to the side.