Elsewhere in the depths of Tempest City, behind a rusty old shop in the midst of a busy street.
An old man sat in a reclined chair. His eyes snapped shut, letting out quiet snores as drool slipped from the edges of his mouth.
Muttering gibberish in his slumber. "Uh… yes, that's just a godly artifact… argh, the price…"
As his snores grew louder, a girl burst into the room. She approached the old man and shook him awake, muttering urgently.
"Quick, Grandpa, wake up! There's someone who wants to buy something…"
After a few more tugs, the old man woke with a start. "What… gold… where!" He snapped, before his eyes slowly gained focus.
His gaze settled on the girl before him as his face twisted in irritation.
"Argh! What did I tell you about barging into the middle of my… meditation? What if I was in the middle of a breakthrough?!"
"But you were sleeping!" The girl muttered, fidgeting slightly before shooting back.
