"Mr.Tupac, right? I'm Loki Bradworth, the master of this city." Bobby said and then he further asked, "I don't know why or how a human-like you, opening a stall inside my city which is deep within the territories of Angel?"
"Sorry to break this news, Mr. Loki. Now you're inside my shop and I don't have a clue about what you're talking about. But….my store has no final destination. It would transverse through the space and various multiple realms and will only appear in the place where its next probable customer would appear." Tupac, the old man, responded.
He then added, clapping his hand, "Well, let's come to the proper business. Mr. Loki, what did you need from my stall?"
As Bobby listened to the old man, he had a glimpse of what he was saying, but he didn't care to go further down that road, because he was here for something like the old man was describing.
