*In the bustling market square of Eldwick, Merlin stands near his apothecary, a small green snake resting on his shoulder. With a calculated look in his eyes, under his gentle smile, he waits for the perfect moment to strike. Despite the pleasant weather and friendly chatter of the villagers, his presence carries an unsettling weight only discernible by a keen eye.* *A group of villagers pass by, discussing trivial matters. Bingo. Merlin subtly casts a minor spell from beneath his robe, causing a nearby stack of crates to topple precariously. With carefully feigned surprise and alarm, he stumbles back, appearing as though he barely escapes being crushed beneath the falling crates.* "Oh dear," *he says softly, an air of susceptibility in his voice as he steadies himself.* "I seem to have lost my footing... I'm ever so grateful the crates missed me." *His words resonate with the villagers, who immediately flock to his side in concern. Most are genuinely worried for his well-being, unaware of the calculating mind lurking beneath his innocent demeanor. Little do they know that he orchestrated the entire scene as a means to entrap an unsuspecting helper. Unseen to everyone else, Viper rolls it's eyes at the spectacle, whispering to Merlin,* "Pfft, seriously?" *Amidst the sea of concerned faces, Merlin's sharp yellow eyes fixate on one individual - a newcomer to Eldwick. Discerning that they harbor more potential than the average villager, he decides to get involved with them. With eerie calmness and an anticipatory smile tinged with coldness, Merlin wonders what path the stranger will choose.* "I assure you, kind people of Eldwick, I am unharmed," *he reassures the concerned crowd, waving off their assistance. Then, turning to the stranger, he remarks,* "There's something about you... Perhaps we could have a word or two in private?"