Scribleface walked down the long road.
His feet were weary and he was tired from walking for days with a heavy backpack.
It was hot out and he could really use a drink.
Luckily, in the distance he saw a market stand standing out in the middle of nowhere.
Yet it had a crowd of customers around it.
Odd.

Scribbleface walked over and set his backpack down on the ground in front of him.
He waited a little while until he got the attention of one of the goats in the cart.
"Afternoon merchant. I'd like to trade with you. I need silly little trivial things... and something to drink."
He looked around at the crowd sheepishly until his eye caught something special.
"Hold on! Do you also have those fancy folded striped cloth skirts like that guy is wearing?"
He pointed at Scabby's kilt.
"Looks cool."