A Traveling Merchant…?

A figure of allure and intrigue, clad in a impeccably tailored black suit that seemed to absorb the very essence of darkness itself. His form exuded an air of refinement and sophistication, every movement calculated and precise.

Yet, it was his eyes that held one spellbound – twin orbs of sky blue, shimmering with a light that seemed to pierce through the veil of reality.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" he asked with a kind and charismatic tone as he sat opposite to me.

There was a charm to his demeanor, a magnetism that drew one closer with an irresistible allure. His smile, though subtle, hinted at an innate kindness, each word uttered with a voice that resonated with a calming melody.

"Ah no, please take a seat," I responded with a welcoming tone. I wasn't some haughty noble, though my status often scared off people.