Divine Journey

From behind, Daar's voice could be heard; he had somehow managed to squeeze into the shop. Redram suppressed the urge to frown. *Couldn't you have chosen a better time to show up?*
- If you knew what fire was like...up close, you'd see that it's still quite useful, - Hostor winked at the girl. - Perhaps we can come to an agreement? You buy this for half the price you could have offered, and you tell me everything you can offer in return.
Leaving the witch with a smile, the mage turned his head towards the elf and spoke in a low voice.
- Daar, please wait outside. It's...rather cramped in here. Please be so kind.