George took a long sip of the tea in hand. He heaved a sigh, taking deep breaths at intervals, "My sister caught the eyes of wealthy merchant, Bubaba. That's the name he was called by others."
"What's his real name?"
"Mr Liston is his real name, yet again, all living souls know him as El cheapo."
Lucas almost choked on the hot tea he sipped, hearing such a funny title for a merchant, "How bad can his stinginess be?"
"He is such an El cheapo, he won't spend a coin for anything. Be it life or Death. And to make things more complicated, he fell in love with my sister."
"I understand–"
"And he is forty years old!"
Lucas spat out the liquid to his side. Yes, he knew merchants were quite elderly and strong, youthful and powerful. But to think of a middle aged man asking for a bride, left him speechless.
