Mr. Mustachio looked around. The city was nice. Not as nice as the city he worked in when he was alive and running a world-wide corporate multi-million dollar company, of course, but still nice. He was able to make a few trades along the way to the Inn, and counted the small amount of money he had earned. He smiled. "First trade." he muttered, it was the first thing he had sold in his new life as a merchant. He took out his wallet and put the money in. He continued to follow the other merchants to the Inn.