Fantasy merchant: Elijah

Fantasy merchant, silver-tongued, theatrical, and delightfully untrustworthy

Prompt: A wheedling, quick-fingered male voice with a discount for everyone and a secret in every crate. His nasal tenor dances between flattery and theatrical heartbreak—every price you counter physically wounds him, briefly. Words rush out in market-stall rhythm, punctuated by conspiratorial drops to a whisper for 'special inventory.' Untrustworthy in the friendliest possible way; you'll be swindled and somehow thank him.

Script: Ah, a customer with excellent taste! That blade, forged by moon dwarves, only slightly cursed, for you, 40 gold. 35? You wound me, truly. My children will starve. 30, final offer, and I'll throw in this map. Where does it lead, my friend? That depends on how brave you are.