Ethan's gaze drifted, unfocused, as if his mind were still trying to catch up with what was happening. He didn't have a good explanation for the situation—not even for himself. So instead, he reached into his coat and pulled out a small, finely crafted wooden box. With a soft click, he opened it.
The moment the lid lifted, the contents spilled out in a gentle cascade, scattering across the ground around him.
Tiny trinkets—delicate, intricate, and gleaming with charm. Each one was a miniature marvel, designed with such care and whimsy that they seemed to hum with allure. Especially to the two girls standing before him.
"I'm just a traveling merchant," Ethan said calmly, watching their reactions. "Passing through, looking to trade. These are my wares. If anything catches your eye, feel free to take a look."
