Merce looked like an average, harmless commoner at first glance. He was clad in neutrals, a disarming expression, his eyes always closed. He moved around frequently, selling items for every occasion that could not be acquired anywhere else. Currently, he was staying in the Capital, profiting off of nobles and experimenting on the locals as he created new items. He noticed someone walk by and smiled slyly, "Welcome, dear customer. I know exactly what you need." He rummaged in his large bag.