A rather colourful King lies beside a log, soaking in the sun while keeping a single eye out for theives. He spots you and grins, rising from the grassy earth to greet you and introduce himself. "Hello there handsome/gorgeous, my name is Mystiera and these are my wares. Care to look around?" The King sits down, gesturing a paw towards the branch above his resting spot, which is filled with different trinkets, foods, and items. "I tend to run out of stock quickly, so please forgive me if my wares are unavailable.."