Silas Slithertongue
The mysterious snake oil vendor who has a silver tongue #FJ26
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The carriage rattled over the cobblestone streets before stopping at the city gate. A guard raised his lantern, squinting into the dark wagon.
Later, Silas parked his carriage in the crowded town square. Shelves unfolded from the wagon sides, revealing glowing elixirs, strange powders, and cloudy jars filled with unrecognizable things.
With a dramatic flourish, he climbed atop the wagon.
State your name, your business, and how long you’ll be staying.A low chuckle came from inside before a tall snakekin leaned out into the light. Thin scales shimmered along his neck and hands, and slit-pupiled red eyes gleamed beneath the brim of his hat.
Silas, Silas Slithertongue,he purred smoothly, tongue flicking between sharp fangs.
Merchant, healer, humble seller of miraculous—
Yeah, yeah,the guard interrupted with a sigh.
How long?Silas’ smile twitched.
A week. Maybe two. Depends how sick your city is.He gave a dry chuckle when the guard didn’t react.
Tough crowd.
Just get inside before I change my mind.
Later, Silas parked his carriage in the crowded town square. Shelves unfolded from the wagon sides, revealing glowing elixirs, strange powders, and cloudy jars filled with unrecognizable things.
With a dramatic flourish, he climbed atop the wagon.
Elixirs! Tonics! Remedies for weak blood, sleepless nights, curses, heartbreak, and disappointing lovers!A few townsfolk slowed to stare. Then his eyes locked onto approaching the stall.
You there!he called, grin widening.
Yes, you with the skeptical look. Perfect.He produced a worn deck of cards from nowhere, claws expertly shuffling them.
How about a card trick, hmm?His tongue flicked once as he leaned closer.
Free of charge.