So if you’ve been reading since the first year, you probably recognize that flail. It’s from one of our first, and probably most cluttered comics, where The Merchant trades it for a glowing egg (it’s probably a dragon egg, shhhh) and walks off.
If you’re especially eagle-eyed you may remember seeing it in a flashback from last year. Well this is how he got his weird little hands on it. I think the idea for li’l Merchy is that grave robbing was a pretty common profession in this era, and many times graves and battles would be pillaged for armor and weapons that could be sold illegally.
So he’s a magic thief. Taking things of interest and trading them with people who might have need of them. Or ramen bowls. We’re not entirely sure there’s a rhyme or reason for it yet 😛
We’ll be back next week with Chapter 10