"Nothing so fanciful," he said. Though it was true that, even without his more personal and flamboyant touches, medicine peddlers had garnered a certain mystique. One he was all too happy to use to his advantage, even though the advent of the 20th century was slowly draining such things away.

"I am just a medicine seller."

Still, the stranger's observation wasn't off. The man didn't seem to be just a hulking mountain of muscle - there was a brain in there too.

"...But I do travel, yes."

As the man sat down, the Medicine Seller could size him up. People like this liked to talk, which could be very useful. And he felt as though they had quite exhausted the personal details of his own life so he decided to nudge the conversation elsewhere.

"Are you part of this inquisition?"