A Curious "Merchant" [Elysium Visitor]

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SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Late. It was late, and Roan really should've been asleep. He knew that, mainly because of the fact that he had been told to rest over and over again, by all kinds of different members within The Typhoon. However, he found that he simply wasn't able to get to sleep at the moment. Insomnia had wormed its way under his skin, and whenever he tried to close his eyes, he found himself just shifting and shifting over and over again, unable to  just let his mind fall silent. He wasn't sure why he couldn't – it wasn't as if anything important was going on right now – but there was just a general sense of unease in the air surrounding the temple that night. So, the soothsayer had eventually just given up trying, getting up to his feet and slipping silently into the night, taking in a cold breath of fresh air before scrubbing at his face. However, the silence of the night was interrupted by the shrill call of Mags, causing Roan to wince and let out an annoyed grumble.

Despite not really wanting anything from the merchant, the stitched up feline still made his way over, mainly because he didn't have anything better to do. It was the middle of the night, and he didn't want to bother any of his family as a result of his insomnia. Once he found himself in the clearing that Mags had come to rest in, looking them over before he spoke, "Hello there... Mags the Merchant. I'm not much for jewelry... do you have any herbs with you?" The medic tilted his head to one side as he looked over the branches that Mags had set up, resisting the urge to reach out and grab them. He wanted to inspect them and see if they had any useful herbs on them, but that would be rude – you weren't supposed to just grab a merchant's wares if you didn't intend to buy them.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan