"Drinks, then. Do you have wine?" Amon asked.
"No. I only have tea," the old man answered.
"Tea will have to do then," Amon said.
"Okay. Go ahead and take a seat. I will bring you your tea in a minute."
Amon and Tuang Yin chose a table and sat. Not long after, the old man came with two cups and a jug filled with tea. He placed the cups before pouring tea into them.
"This will be two aer stones," the old man said while putting the jug on the table.
Amon put ten aer stones on the table. "May I have a moment of your time?"
The old man seemed uncomfortable by the request. He took two aer stones from the table and left the rest. "Once you finish your tea, please leave," he said and left.
"What the hell, man? We just want to talk for a bit," Tuang Yin called. The old man pretended not to hear. He disappeared into the back room.
"Hm…," Amon stored the aer stones on the table.
"What an odd dude," Tuang Yin remarked.
