"Huh?" The Little Angel cocked his head in confusion.
"Huh!" Ange growled back.
"Huh!" Little Angel's eyes brightened, vigorously nodding.
The noises they made startled the Goblin who hadn't yet moved far away—making him spin around quickly.
Noticing Ange, the Goblin—Big Mouth—let out a big yelp but quickly stopped, realizing something and then jogged over: "Sir, what are you doing here?"
"Don't ask, just stay put," Negris's voice echoed off Ange, "and what about you? You never stay in one place for too long. Even doing business in the Land of Fallen, impressive."
The Goblin was, of course, Silver Coin, and at Negris's words, he seemed confused: "But I reported to you, sir."
No need to ask again. Most likely, the communication was cut off at Ange as he found Silver Coin's business uninteresting and couldn't be bothered to keep up.
Negris sighed and simply said: "Alright, you do what you need to do. Don't go too far though. If there's a need to run, we can take you with us."
