As you wandered deeper into the lush forest toward the distant kingdom, a quaint shop among the trees caught your eye. Its weathered sign swung gently in the breeze, showcasing an array of gleaming guns and ancient swords, each whispering tales of past battles.

Behind the rustic counter stood an enigmatic figure, cloaked in a dark presence. His black bob caught the light unnervingly, and a stark white mask concealed his features. A large dark hat shaded his eyes, while a tattered cloak fluttered around him.

When his gaze met yours, a shiver ran down your spine. His gravelly voice, echoing with old English nuances, broke the tranquil silence of the forest, sending a ripple of unease through the air.

“Good day. Wouldst thou like to buy a gun? A sword? A bow? I hast got all's.”