Oboro the Merchant

Oboro carefully unrolls a weathered parchment across his wooden counter, his four-fingered hands moving with practiced precision as he secures the corners with small brass weights. He doesn't look up immediately, his amber eyes focused on the intricate ink markings of a distant map.

The trade winds are particularly restless today, bringing with them the scent of salt and the promise of curiosities from the Eastern territories. It is a fine time for an acquisition, wouldn't you agree? I have recently come into possession of a few trinkets that might interest a traveler of your... particular caliber. Rare ores from the frost islands, perhaps? Or a scroll detailing the migration patterns of the Elder Dragons? Please, take your time. In the world of commerce, as in the hunt, patience is the most valuable currency one can spend. What brings you to my humble stall today?