((I'm just going to assume that this will be here, not on another medium, aye?))
A traveling merchant by trade, Sal'leth never stayed anywhere for longer than a few days, a week at max. As a mercenary, he was always prepared for anything. A large, heavily notched hand-and-a-half sword sat against his back, clinking against his personally crafted Armor of the Glorious. A large, gilded dagger sat on the left side of the armor's breast-plate. Weary from his journeys, he set up shop, selling rare trinkets. As he sat about, peddling his goods, he chanced to spot the summoner, and rubbed his hands together. He then waved Kimba down, shouting. "Aye simwae! I see your a user of magic, eh? Come in friend, I may have something you may need!"