300 Credits; Color of Chivalry
District Gamma. The merchant heard of there being spectres in the area and he needed to see it for himself. Part of it was curiosity, but it was mostly because he needed to actually sell his stock. Considering that Zacharie's inventory was geared toward purification, a district full of ghosts seemed to be the best place to do business. While he did doubt that these would be the same apparitions as the Zones, it wouldn't hurt to try.
What Zacharie found in the district brought on a wave of nostalgia--only this time, instead of a spectre heckling a wheezing Elsen, it was a small child. Their tiny shrieks cut through the atmosphere like a knife. This was quite the dilemma. It wasn't within his character type to help out someone without gaining something in return--even then, his assistance extended to the sole action of selling wares. His Puppeteer liked to think that at one point he donned the role of a Hero to slay the wretched Toad King and help people, but who knew if that was actually true. To his Puppeter's credit, it was difficult to deny that it felt marginally wrong to simply leave the poor thing on its own.
Zacharie settled for finding some chivalrous Puppet who would be more willing to lend help. It was one thing to take matters into his own hands, but it was fairly common for merchants to offer guidance or vague hints on what people should do next. He took himself on what appeared to be a leisured stroll, certain that he'd find someone--after all, everything was scripted, of course he would run into someone. A low chuckle escaped from behind his mask when he did.
[My fair companion, I'm sure you can probably hear them, but there is a child in need of your help. There are spectres ahead, so if you require some equipment to purify them, I can help you with that.]
