"Traveller, come here," a raspy voice called out from a dimly lit corner of the bustling marketplace. Velian's senses sharpened, his fingers tingling with magical energy as he turned towards the source. His eyes met the gaze of an elderly merchant, who beckoned him with a gnarled hand.
Curiosity mingled with caution as Velian approached the shop, his mind brimming with defensive spells should the need arise. The merchant's intense grip pulled him inside, away from the chaotic thoroughfare, into a haven of mysterious wares and whispered secrets.
"Tsk, old man, you can't force your customers to enter your shop," He muttered to which the old merchants just gave a light-hearted laugh.
