Pale Spring Sun (TRADE FAIR)

Humming softly to himself as he went, Meriadoc wandered from seller to seller looking over the wares. He had makeshift saddlebags slung over his back and fully intended to set up his own shop here soon, but first he simply had to look over what everyone else brought. It was now or never because once he had his own items laid out he'd be tethered to that spot until it was time to pack up. Unless of course one of his kids wandered by and could be a) snagged and b) talked into guarding the goods while he wandered the lakeside. That seemed unlikely so he was going to make a lap or two around the goods before settling down somewhere.

In his saddlebags Meriadoc had all sorts of things. He'd brought samplings of all kinds of medicines as well as splints and things in case anyone was interested in demonstrations. The young field medic, knowing full well his days of learning would never be over, had come prepared to barter in knowledge as well as goods. If there were fellow healers here he was certain they'd share his hunger for knowledge and have similar feelings when it came to trading.