A quarter before noon, four people stood in front of a weapons shop located in the commercial district of the Imperial Capital. They looked up and glanced at the sign of the shop.
"It seems like here's the place." Michael confirmed the case.
"He's a dwarf, right? Won't he be like the stereotypically stubborn and grumpy old man that we read about in novels?" Gabrielle said with a concerned voice.
"Don't sweat the small stuff, Gabrielle."
"We don't know what he would be, so we can't assume yet."
"You are right." Lucy and Uriel consoled the concerned Gabrielle.
Each of them carries the personality that Raphael assigned to them. Acting as they were supposed to for months caused them to apply the attitude in some situations subconsciously.
