The traveling merchant stumbled toward the camp unhindered, bringing with him the sound of creaking metal and ungreased wheels to alert potential buyers-- well, if not to disturb their sleep. He then turned to the left a bit before stopping at another clearing to the north, and jumped from his carriage to greet the sentries. 

"Goodnight goodnight Fellas. I see that you have keen sight over there. I mean ye no harm. But arms ye! I've got arms for those who seem to be bothered by my less-than-spectacular entry!

The man could be seen slapping his bearded cheeks and placing his brimmed hat on his chest. "Ah manners manners! Gotta have manners in front of those upstanding ladies, wandering in the middle of a wilderness, at night even are ye?! But I ain't one to judge. Castor Goodenough, a merchant by trade, and these were my burden beasts, Tom and Jerry." 

"Tsk tsk. To the business then!"

Seemingly just slightly offended by their lukewarm response, the man spun and retreated into his carriage, opening the trunk of his enclosed vehicle and laying out a carpet just next to it. A moment later he was already sitting behind his merchandise. Potions, blades, and jewelry were laid neatly. Some look attractive even to the untrained eyes. And all was placed under the light of his four lamps for everyone to see.

Among the other impressive-looking weaponry he had, there was a curved long sword made of jade and a scimitar with edge gleaming with flowy patterns. In his trinkets section, there were wrist beads made of pearls, and a sapphire necklace fitted in a frame that looked like a gold scarab. 

Perhaps he had more interesting things in his wagon. All you need to do is just ask!