Maybe dragging her cart for three miles without stopping wasn't the best idea, but Lua was excited. Her was on the verge of bursting out of pure joy. It was about time she finally met up with one of these clans. The Typhoon seemed like a good start; a beautiful location and such a powerful group was bound to have some interesting people.

  Still bubbling with excitement, the masked wolf finally made it to her stop. Oh boy, this was going to be good. Even if she wouldn't sell much, the interactions alone would make the trip worth it. After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Lua decided she couldn't wait anymore. She the little bell attached to her cart, hoping it'd gain some attention; if not, she'd use the handy little ones that belonged to the Typhoon.

  "Oh, hello, hello!" she called out in a warm, cheery tone, "I'm just a merchant stopping by your lovely group!" Hopefully, the mentions of a merchant would at least draw a few curious people in, even if they just wanted to look at her stuff for a few seconds before leaving. Lua would take whatever she'd get.

//you can find her shop inventory here -- click

  Ah, it looked like she already had her first customers. Lua had to surpress a large grin as the two showed up, in order to not scare them off. She didn't offer much to say for a greeting, only dipping her head in a formal, but overly-exaggerated manner. She only learned one of their names,  but that was good enough for her. Truthfully, she didn't always get to learn who her customers were, which had always been greatly disappointing. "I'm Lua," she returned the introduction. Honestly, she wasn't entirely sure if he would be listening at this point or not, but she should at least introduce herself, even if people were just here for the shop.

  Hidden eyes watched the two as they sorted through the cart, silently taking notes on any pauses or possible interest in specific items. A tiny smile formed on her face as Marcellus had taken interest in the box. It was a common item for people to pause on and wonder about, but Lua had never had a customer brave enough to actually buy it. Perhaps being secretive wasn't the best business technique, but she wanted to see how far someone's curiosity would take them. She wasn't surprised when she heard him ask a question about the contents of the box. "It's a secret!" she replied, oddly enthusiastic about the whole thing. "Not even I know, but I was told it has whatever you want in there. Oh, but you can't check unless you buy it!" She'd leave it at that. It probably sounded fishy as hell, and it chased customers away in the past, but that was their loss.

  Her attention shifted to the other one who had been looking at the masks for a short amount of time. Did she like creeping people out? Not intentionally. "No, no- I just love my craft, you know? Made them all myself," She did have a bit of a personal connection with the masks, considering how time-consuming some of the designs had been. "They're real popular, actually; my most sold item. A lot of people here and there want them for one reason or another." She had been overselling them a tiny bit. The masks disappeared off the shelfs at the same rate as anything else, really. Still, she had a large amount of pride in her work and even a tiny bit of success was wonderful for her.

    The utterance of a merchant was enough to dust off memories hidden within the boy's mind. Wandering about, calling out in hopes someone nearby would be fortunate enough to purchase. But he had never partaken in actual trade; he wasn't even able to afford the clothes on his back. So he resorted to theft. Nothing too harmful. Until the merchants realized a missing ware and he hadn't been swift nor lucky enough to avoid their wrath. Then it was harmful; if he had a dollar for every time threats about cutting his grubby hands off were spat in his face, he wouldn't need to steal in the first place.

    She seemed different. Maybe he could be different, too. Don't be naïve, Becky. The mangy feline broke from his staring trace, violently shaking his head hard enough to hear his brain slosh around, forcing the voice away from his thoughts. Blinking once or twice to recover his senses, he waited for others to approach before mimicking their actions, slipping from the jungle's undergrowth and creeping his way up being the fiery cat -- as expected, the new peer smelled like nothing but a cloud of bitter smoke. What looked to be a botched attempt at a cheetah from a nature documentary had reached Lua first, and Beck couldn't help but tilt his head childishly at his oddities. Weird, but nothing new. The same reptilian giant he met at an intimidated glance was besides them, too, and perhaps Beck cowered behind Bakugou at the sight of him.

    His attention, however, was soon drawn to the cart the others had flocked to, and while nearsighted eyes failed to discern the finer details of her stock, there were definitely shiny objects in the stash. He wouldn't mind adding more shiny treasures to his own collection -- Beck's interest deflated as he remembered that society bartered for goods. And shiny meant expensive. A rattle of a huff left the boy, peeking around Bakugou and squinting to look for anything that would be easy to swipe and hide if he needed to. There was a little box, one he recognized from various game nights once eavesdropped on, and was supposedly for cards. He didn't believe he had one of those yet. Hesitating, the poltergeist did his best to straighten from his slouch, lazily wave to the card deck's direction, and mumble out the side of his unscathed mouth to Lua, "How, um, how much does that thingy cost?" No, wait, he didn't have their money. "I mean -- what do I gotta give for it?" he corrected, rasping speech slurred as his broken jaw distorted his words.

  A dragon, huh? Well, this was certainly an interesting sight. It wasn't common for her to come across mythical beasts like that, and to say that she was thrilled to finally run into one was an understatement. The scene was made even more interesting when he pointed at a stuffed animal. Who would've thought that he was most interested in a stuffed toy of all things? Maybe he had kids or something.

  Or maybe he just wanted a stuffed toy. She wasn't here to question why people bought what she sold; it wouldn't make any difference to her anyway. "A stuffed toy, huh? Good choice," she commented, pausing almost as if she had to think over the price. Before she could answer, the next stranger, a ghost, had asked about what he could give her for the little deck of cards. He had the same question as the dragon.

"Ah, well I'm not picky. Just give me something interesting. It can be anything, from a half-used journal to a piece of fancy jewelry" she explained, "Although, I always enjoy objects with a bit of a story, you know? If you don't have that, anything else will suffice." She didn't want to lose customers by having an overly-restrictive trade market. She could just make up stories anyway if she got something random any of her customers had lying around. Although, thinking of stories, she realized she'd forgotten to tell anyone about them. Ah well, she'd say something if they decided to buy something. "Just go grab whatever you want to trade and come back if you don't have it - I'll wait." Her hidden eyes traveled over to the one with the cards. "speech And make sure to leave the item here." She'd been foolish before and lost items to someone who claimed that they'd be right back. Still, even if she got stolen from at this point, she had her own ways of dealing with them.

  Next up, the boy who had asked about the masks had been interested in purchasing one, an oni mask to be precice. Luckily, Lua had a couple lying around. She considered it important to know how to make masks with dramatically different styles, as well as ones from completely different cultures. It was the family tradition, and she wanted to draw as many people in as possible. Giving a nod, the wolf had moved over to one side of her cart, almost effortlessly finding a couple of oni masks she had lying around. One was clearly newer and more polished, while the other one had a more aged appearance. Whether the older appearance was on purpose or if it had really just been sitting around for so long was only something Lua would know.

  "Here's a couple I have!" she grinned, offering either of the masks to him. "If neither of them works for you, I can make a custom one," she added. Lua never wanted to lose business, and she found that offering custom stuff helped a bunch. After all, she never really knew what her customers truly wanted.

//sorry if this is all over the place; let me know if i need to fix/clairfy stuff!