The lone merchant

Elena approached the merchant, casually walking toward his carriage, which was filled with a wealth of merchandise, fortunately, there was still plenty of space remaining for passengers. The carriage seemed to be of quite high quality; the wheels looked sturdy and the sheets enveloping it appeared to be able to keep the sun and wind out. As Elena approached, the merchant hopped off his wagon as he was finished with loading his goods. Elena drew a closer look at the merchant who was now clearly visible under the sun. He was an overly obese man, his fat stomach protruded from underneath him, and his arms were extremely thick radiating a bear-like appearance. While he was fat, the merchant seemed quite capable of lifting heavy objects with his large arms. As Elena approached the wagon, the man smiled as he noticed her, his eyes gazing, moving down and up again as he examined her body.

"Hello there, young miss, is there something you need?" The man asked in a loud but fitting rough, low-toned voice, trying to infer your intentions.

"Ah, I..." Elena paused and reconsidered her options. Perhaps it would be better traveling with the caravan instead? After all, she had already conversed with several of them during their stay at the village, and it would be safer to travel in a large group. Although, it would be a much quicker (and comfortable) journey to the capital if you went with the merchant instead.