A dangerous monster capable of killing everyone I knew in less than a second sat across from me at the table.
All of humanity combined would perish at his hands, even if he were to fight with a hand tied behind his back. Anyone aware of the true extent of his power would be too frightened at the thought of displeasing him to so much as look at the man the wrong way, let alone confront him.
These truths, as I came to learn, didn't reflect his behavior.
From how he pranked a demon general into crossdressing to the time he made his girl mad at him for messing up a teleportation and ending up somewhere dangerous, the Merchant hopped from ridiculous story to absurd tale.
Sometimes, he wouldn't even finish before starting a new story, and the tangents he started spiralled out of logic before long.
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.
