Rickety Jim was a prolific and excellent merchant, wandering far and wide to offer the best deals possible to his customers! However, due to the fact that most of the people in Serendipity were boring cowards who couldn't deal with a bit of dismemberment and self-mutilation, he needed to disguise himself and set up shop off the beaten path.
Draped in a cloak that hid the gaping hole in his abdomen, the only things visible of the merchant were his odd red mask and pinkish, leathery hands. "Hello there, valuable customer! Welcome to Rickety Jim's Traveling Emporium of Questionable Wares!" A thin, reedy voice split the air of the alleyway as he stood, approaching the man who'd been fortunate enough to cross his path.
Holding a hand out for him to shake, Rickety Jim changed his mind less than a second later and snatched the necklace from around Kahroan's throat, nimble fingers untying it to avoid damaging the merchandise. "Yes, yes, this will do quite nicely! One moment, yes, just one. Rickety Jim will find what you require..."
Mumbling to himself, the merchant's hands vanished as he dug around within his cloak, before eventually withdrawing a small box. "Here we are! This dagger came from a cabal of demonic cultists, and... hm... no, that won't do at all! Far too unwieldy for one such as yourself, certainly, yes. But worry not, oh, no worries at all! For Rickety Jim offers the best deals, and occasional steals! Eeheheee!"
Beginning to cackle, he hid the box up an oversized sleeve and returned to his rummaging, seemingly having entirely forgotten about the man in front of him.