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Aiden the Traveling Merchant stood in front of the House, a dark blue bag over one shoulder, and a large Purple Slime with a Saddle mounted on it on his other side.
As Dalton, Guido, Abdosir, Pinkie and Annabelle moved outside, the Wanderer smiled at them.
“Guys, this is Aiden, the Traveling Merchant,” the Player said as he gestured towards the Merchant “He says that he came here looking for his Brother.”
“Yup!” Aiden said “But that can wait, could I interest you in anything?”
He flung the Bag at the ground, and, after a large puff of smoke, a Merchant’s Stand appeared.
“So,” the Merchant said as suddenly appeared behind the Counter of the Stand “could I interest you in a Katana?”
He paused and produced the eastern Sword and continued “It’s a nice blade, does 16 Damage, but, even better, it looks amazing!”
“Um…” Dalton began.
“Or how about this?” Aiden said as he produced a strange looking pot “It’s a combination Hookah and Coffee Maker, and it also makes Juliann Fries!”
“Well…” the Player stammered.
“I must warn you, it’s very fragile,” the Traveling Merchant said as he smashed it repeatedly against the Counter until gears and springs were vomited out of the Pot’s opening. “See?” he said as he tossed it over one shoulder “Look how easily it broke!”
“I…” Dalton said.
“Or how about this?” Aiden said as he produced a Fez “This Magnificent Hat has no practical purpose, but, again, still looks cool!”
Dalton was about to speak when a voice yelled “Well, well, Aiden you old Miser, how are you doing?” Joseph moved past the Player and threw his arms around Aiden, who had moved out from behind his stall.
“Joseph, you old Tax-Collector! Do you still overprice Dirt Blocks?” the Traveling Merchant laughed as he moved from the Merchant’s Embrace to smack him across the back.
“I’m-a confused,” Guido said as he put his hat back on his head “Are they-a Brothers?”
“Definitely,” Pinkie said as she watched the two Brothers began laughing together while trying to ferociously noogie each-other “Nobody other than me would do such stupid stuff.”
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The Adventurer groaned and sat up. He was lying on a bed that resembled a platform that was attached to the wall. He then looked down at himself and saw that he was dressed in a long-sleeved red shirt, blue pants, and black shoes: his armor and cape were gone, but his sword was still in his inventory.
“So,” a voice said from the other side of the room “now there is another person in here with us.”
The Adventurer turned and saw the person who the voice belonged to. He was a man who was younger than he was, and wore a red tank-top with a white, short sleeved dress shirt over it, blue pants, and black shoes. A pair of goggles nestled in his short black hair, and he looked like he had not shaved in a while. In his right hand was the largest wrench that the Adventurer had ever seen, and the other was protectively held around a small, red haired girl, who was about four or five. He was dressed in a red sweater, yellow overalls, and blue shoes. Both of them shared blue eyes.
“Who are you and that girl?” the Adventurer asked.
“I am George Maxwell the 3rd, and this is my daughter, Amy,” the Man said “who are you exactly?”
The Adventurer told them his name, and then asked “Why are you here?”
“I-.” George began, but stopped to have a fit of coughing. The coughing became so racking, that he was soon shaking like a leaf. Amy ran over to a table, and picked up a healing potion, returning to her father and giving it to him. He managed to get some of the healing fluid down, though most of it sloped all over his front.
“Sorry,” the Man wheezed after the coughing had subsided “it a rare condition that I have. It’s a disease that slowly rots away your lungs: like smoking on steroids.”
He then wiped him face clear of what was either health potion or blood. “But as long as you’re here, you’re welcome to my laboratory.”
For the first time, the Adventurer looked around the room. It was filled with tables, strange machines, and chests overflowing with parts, cogs, and blueprints.
“How did you get here?” he asked “And where is here anyway?”
“You’re in the Dungeon of Skeletron,” George said simply “and, if I’m correct, neither of us will be leaving any time soon.”
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“What brings you here exactly?” Joseph asked his brother as he, Aiden, Dalton, Abdosir, Guido, Pinkie and Annabelle stood in the main house of the village, talking and enjoying mugs of Ale.
“Well,” Aiden said as he took a sip from a strange looking bottle “I was in the Blue Isle in the East for a while, and I decided to come and see you and the player you’re with now. I can only stay for one or two day, though: it’s a hard life, being a Traveling Merchant.”
“Speaking of which,” he said as he passed Joseph a small bag “Mercer and Shipton send their regards.” A quick wink was shared between the two Merchants before Aiden continued:
“And, as usual, I’m still looking out for our missing brother.”
“Any news of him?”
“Nope. I thought I heard some news of a guy that was missing for a while, but it turned out to be a bust: the guy was African-American, dressed in blue and purple, and had glowing white eyes. Not the right person at all.”
“Who is this missing brother?” Dalton asked, curious.
Before the Traveling Merchant could respond, Gargaval burst into the room.
“Have any of ye seen Madeline?” he asked, concern evident in his normally hardy face “She, Dominique and Zecorus should ‘ave been back by now!”
“Come to think of it, none of us have!” Annabelle said worriedly “I should know, I’ve never seen any of them!”
“Come on,” Dalton said as he put on his Meteor helmet “We need to go and look for them at wherever they’ve been going.”