Wearing an outfit even more flamboyant than the previous day, with sequined black stockings clinging tight to his slender legs, and a vast golden coat flowing outwards in all directions, the Fine Clothes Trader steps out of his tent. Striking a regal pose, with one hand on his hip and the other held against his chest, he pauses to allow the other travellers to admire his costume. Only once he is quite certain that everyone is suitably impressed does he deign to engage with the business of the day.
Another murder... Oh, how frightful!
Perhaps it was that Reagents Trader. I notice that he has stayed out of sight since the first crime was committed...
As for the bow, I would pass it to the Armour Trader. He may not carry a wardrobe of such style and refinement as I do, but I imagine his garments are better able to deflect an assassin's dagger.