In the evening, or rather in the middle of the night, when the regular Merchants had already closed down their stalls and the only ones really walking around town were thugs, Eisen was waiting for Dragoon to come back to see him to pick up the items. He was a little late, but the old man figured it wasn't that big a deal. Sigurd had only closed the Dungeon down just now anyway and was now on its way back into town together with Fafnir to pick everything from the stall up.
But just when Eisen was thinking about the Changeling, he was approaching the Stall from the other side of the market and quickly looked around himself to find the right place, soon finding Eisen just standing there, waving at him to get his attention.
"Sorry for being late. Something came up that I had to take care of." Dragoon apologized, but the old man shook his head in response.
