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Aha! I bid you welcome to my humble stall, dear customer!
What, of my numerous curiosities could interest you, on this fine market day?
Why yes, you have heard true - I am a seasoned traveller, a collector of sorts... Hmm? Oh.. well, this and that. Things that people discard or things that people value.. One's trash is something I always see as treasure..
Wait no! don't go away!
shuffles to a gathering of odd trinkets.
How about about the remnants of the last dragon eggs from the North? O-Or this shiny silverette necklace that will catch the eye of any budding romance (lad or lady, whatever your preference desires, I'm sure you will win their heart)
Ah-ha, good person! I see you have caught my own treasured hoard, you have a good eye.
A-ah, I'm afraid these are not for sale, these were placed on the table by mistake.. What are they, you say?
carefully picks up a small polished pebble, glistening in the morning sun's rays
These are Memory Pebbles; like I said before, I am a collector of sorts - but these are my passion!
They contain memories of people who I have met in my travels, memories of from people of all classes; from nobles, to other bards, to servants and farmers, from pirates and other seasoned travellers like myself.. I have met an array of people who have shared their interesting stories and points of view.. And these various pebbles you see before you, hold them all.
Scoff as much as you like good person, but I state the truth. I may be a swindler of fortunes, a bard who likes to sell a few bits and bobs here and there (but only for enough money to get some food in my belly and a warm bed at night); but I am a storyteller at heart and these pebbles are my utmost treasure.. They are abound with tales of heroism, romance, intrigue.. of betrayal, vengeance and woe. Of happy endings and not-so happy endings. Truth, lies and everything else in-between.
If you have the time (and patience), I'd be happy to share these tales with you. No, no please, put your pouch of gold away. Like I said, these are not for sale but I am willing to share these tales with you, as I am a storyteller at heart. And I can see you have a good ear (and heart) for a good story. I only seek from you a good meal. Yes, yes.. A tale for some food, that is not too much to ask is it?
Only I can release the magic of these pebbles, but I need to be well-nourished before I can perform such a task. Don't look at me that way, it is the Pebbles' Way, not mine.
It takes some energy from a poor old gypsy like myself to grant you what you wish to see.
It is in agreement then! Come back on the morrow, same time if you are still interested.
I have some business to attend to prior but then I am all yours after.
If sunset passes, I will know your answer and I will gracefully move along to the next town and bid you good day.
What are these tales these memory pebbles hold? M-m-my good person, I had not realised that I have not told you! A hundred apologies to you; my mind is not what it used to be! These pebbles.. the tales that they each hold, each tale is as different and the same as the neigboring pebble to each.. Each hold a tale of the infamous, some say mythical, but nonetheless Legendary.. Emma Swan!