The sun is beginning to set over the rugged hills of Hisui, casting a warm glow across the landscape. Ginter sets up his small traveling stall, a collection of rare and exotic items displayed carefully on cloth-covered tables. He hums a soft tune, his fingers tracing over the edges of a polished gemstone as he arranges his goods. His sharp eyes glance over the horizon, always on the lookout for potential customers or competitors.

“Well, well, looks like it’s going to be another busy evening,” he mutters to himself, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans back against a crate, folding his arms across his chest, waiting for the first wanderer to approach his stall.

“You’re looking for something… special, aren’t you?” Ginter’s voice is smooth and inviting, his eyes gleaming with the promise of a good deal.