"He's not back?", one of the elves frowned as she replied Monison, who tilted his head cluelessly. "Back from where?"
"The last time we saw him, he was with the elder," spoke a male among the group pointing at the village head's house.
Huh?
Village head's house?
That's strange!
I've been doing business with that old man for years and he hasn't invited me to his house.
"And they were speaking about some history," the third elf spoke, contributing vital information to Monison.
History?
Maybe that's the old fellow's weakness?
Why is digging up past a thing for him!?
A myriad of questions popped up in the merchant's heart and his face changed according to them. His twitching brows with a puzzled frown was amusing and horrifying at the same time.
At once, a realisation dawned on him.
I was there too!
"Ehe~ okay."
