Kalé was sitting before his bonfire, underneath the moonlight when he heard footsteps. His grip upon his instrument tightened slightly, as his fiery gaze locked upon the stranger's figure.

"You're a Tarnished, I can see it. And I can also see..." The merchant relaxed; although only slightly upon the seemingly friendly approach. After all, these lands were cruel. "That you're not after my throat. Then why not purchase a little something? I am Kalé. Purveyor of fine goods."

Kalé reached for one of his bags, full of various items he's found in his travels. He pulled it in front of them, and began emptying it.