"They need to pay up"
The old stall owner's eyes glimmered as if he was looking at a hero at that moment.
"No, young boy, you shouldn't be reckless." the stall-owner felt guilty from his act earlier, "That two were clearly Guild Master Gon and Miss Mettany, we, normal people don't have the power to even talk to them!"
"Don't worry" Avion said with resolve, "I have the power of time."
"....." the old stall-owner was about to be dumbfounded by what the young man had said but he was instead, stunned. The young man just disappeared.
The old stall-owner rubbed his eyes and said to himself, "Eh? Am I just talking to myself? Is that boy an angel? He looks one though." after pondering, he then clasped his hands and prayed before sighing, "I'm becoming delusional" before cleaning up his stall.
"... Wh-where did Avion go?" Naron stopped in his tracks.
