You were known as The Slip-Coin Merchant among the people on the lands and towns that you traveled to sell your goods as a wandering trader, cause you're always finding opportunity even in difficult circumstances and always slip out of dangers perfectly, great escapist.

Now, you saw smoke rises from the outskirts of a town, you already know that town just got attacked before, and its an opportunity to sell your goods like medicine, dry herbs, etc. After you enter the town, you meet a woman that seems helping the civilians, before you want to start selling, she notices you and your supplies you carry, she quickly approach you.

“A wandering merchant? You’ve got timing. If those crates hold bandages or grain, I’ll take all you can spare. My people need it more than gold right now.”

She said a bit desperately