[shofu voice] THEY CALL ME DADMAGE
In all his years of living, this is probably a greater magiceven Merlin himself has never experienced first-hand. Transporting one’s bodyto a completely different, parallel world- he admits, is impressed, truly! Though, a concerning factor is of what he’s been told. If he’s seeing this city with his eyes, and with the newly acquired information it seems like returning to his own world is merely impossible. Looks like with a stroke of luck he’s been granted several more hundred years to live.
With plans crushed, it’s certainly disappointing, but that just allows more to be altered, and recreated. Even so, authorities are quite generous. Being granted a space for a shop, Merlin finds it useful- a magic shop, to at least surround himself by items he enjoys, and have a space to himself. At the same time, starting small and attracting customers can’t be too much of a hassle.
Well… Until this one man comes him. Merlin only greets him with a smile, asking what he may be interested but he’s confronted with… Quite an odd question: “Potion seller, I am going into battle, and I want your strongest potions.”
An eyebrow raised, Merlin is quite perplexed. He isn’t really one to use items such as ‘potions’… As an archmage that has taken years to control mana, he doesn’t require that assistance. Well, this isn’t amusing at all, actually. Merlin folds his hands, “Certainly you jest. I may actually have to decline-“ But alas, the man doesn’t leave and only reiterates his request, “POTION SELLER. I am telling you, I am going into BATTLE and I want ONLY your strongest potions.”
“Even if I did offer you them, would someone like you be able to handle such powerful creations?” Honestly, he looks at this man, he didn’t seem ‘knight’ material at all. It’s quite disappointing! He can only sigh at this. Only this continued, and Merlin had no choice but to continuously decline. It was quite tiring, although the conversation finally ended with the man raising his upset voice to say as he leaves: “WELL THEN THAT’S IT POTION SELLER, I’LL GO ELSEWHERE. I’LL GO ELSEWHERE FOR MY POTIONS.” This is where he opens the door (bumping into someone on the way, but didn’t pay no mind to them), “You had your say and I’ll have mine… You’re a RASCAL. You’re a rascal with no respect for KNIGHTS!! No respect for anything … Expect your potions…”
There’s only silence, but finally with a wave of his hand he welcomes the other in that the rude man bumped into, “Oh, my apologies. It’s a shame you had to see that outburst.” He explains, “Honestly, I’ve met much more proficient knights that were more true to their values. Disappointing, really… Surely you’d understand, perhaps?” He couldn’t really ignore this one’s outfit. Unlike the other man, this younger male is clad in armour, with a sword by his hip that can’t be missed.
“Hmm… Well, speak. By the look on your face something from the outside intrigued you enough to enter, right? Or... You're searching for something?”