Sitting next to me on the table was a dangerous monster capable of killing everyone I knew in a second.
All of humanity combined would probably be eradicated, even if he fought with a hand tied behind his back.
Anyone aware of the true extent of this man's power would be too frightened at the thought of displeasing him to look him the wrong way, let alone confront him.
As I came to learn, his words didn't reflect any of those truths.
From how he pranked a general to the time he made his girl mad at him for messing up a teleportation, the Merchant hopped from ridiculous story to absurd tale.
Sometimes he wouldn't even finish one story before starting another, and the tangents he started spiralled out of any logical thread.
Talking to him felt like entertaining the delusional thoughts of a senile old man.
Yet, I was strangely intrigued by what he had to say.
