You made your way in and out between carts, to a tent that stood a little away from the other traders'. It was bright red above, and sand-colored below, with pointy, colored triangles reaching towards each other.

Merlock tied up the opening and flipped the tent flap aside. Small trinkets and odd furniture, such as a round bed and three chairs carved from tree stumps, filled the tent. A dagger with a ruby ​​in the gnarled hilt layed on a pillow.

Merlock tied the tent flap back up and turned to face you. "Come on, sit down." When you had done so, he said, "let me see why we must meet privately."