"Oh brother, look! She's selling toys! Oh let's look brother, please?" Merryweather begged, tugging insistently on her brother's sleeve. He gave a long suffering sigh that didn't match with the amused glint in his green-gold eyes.

"Alright Merry, alright. Lead the way." He said, gesturing wearily. Merry's face light up. Without releasing her grip on Cain's sleeve, she dragged her reluctant brother towards the peddler. Riff followed behind, blending into the scenery as any good servant should.

The girl was turned away from them, so they had a perfect view of her profile. From where he was standing, Cain could see a gentle welcoming smile gracing her round features. Her nose turned up at the end, and freckles were sprinkled across her face.

Merry finally dropped Cain's coat and bounded forwards, practically radiating childish excitement.

"Excuse me Miss. What are you selling?" She asked the seller. The girl turned, and Merry let out a small shriek.

Cain stiffened. On the previously hidden side of the seller's face was a large scar. It crossed her eyelid, and dragged down to her chin. It slightly deformed one side of her nose, and it caused the corner of her mouth to pucker oddly.

"Merry, do you see anything you like?" Cain asked hurriedly. Merry stared at the peddler without speaking. Her face had gone from horror, to gruesome childish curiosity.

"What happened to your face?" she asked, without any tone of maliciousness. Cain grimaced. Trust Merry to ask all the awkward questions that everyone else was polite enough not to ask.

The girl just smiled.

"My da' wasn't a real nice fellow. He got mad and threw a glass bottle at my face. Doc said I was lucky not to lose my eye." She told the girl brightly. Merry's eyes widened.

"How awful!" she exclaimed in a hushed voice, clearly in awe. The girl winked with her good eye.

"Not really Miss. You see, I think scars are lucky." She said. Merry cocked her head, confused.

"Why?"

"Because," said the seller. "Each scar means there was something you lived to walk away from."

Merry nodded wisely.

"That's true. Alright then!" she turned to Cain. "You hear that brother? From now on, scars are lucky!" Merry informed the young man enthusiastically. Cain blinked. Riff cleared his throat, bringing the young count back into reality.

"As you like, Merry." He said, smiling.