Stray merchant
Mathew squeezed at Merchant's shadows. His fingers sank into the seemingly empty space, only for the shadows to fully coat them before surging forth along his arm and then expanding into a cloud that covered Mathew whole.
The usual process then happened, of the shadows filling every nook and cranny of space around the young man before he couldn't see anything but the familiar darkness.
The shadows then solidified… before seemingly fading away, revealing the look Mathew already had quite a lot of chances to get used to.
'Not great, not terrible,' he thought, staring at entire two shelves of items standing in the middle of nothingness and an offering altar right between them.