"Welcome, dear customer! We-"
The merchant's face and lips froze at the sight of her.
She was mostly hidden under her cape, but...
"D... D-D.... Dra..."
"Dra...? Do you know me?" The woman asked as she took her cape off, revealing her long red hair.
"N-N-No... But uhmm." The stuttering Merchant rubbed his hands together as a drop of sweat went down his forehead. "It's always an honor to serve a Dragon in my humble establishment."
Impassive and piercing, Draconia's golden pupils stared as she nodded.
"Right." The Seventh General Of Pride put her cape back on.
"Keeping a low profile?"
Draconia's eyes narrowed, and the Merchant felt as if a claw was centimeters away from his heart.
"That's not something one should say to those who want to keep a low profile. What kind of Merchant are you?"
"I... I'm still... Still new to the business. I apologize if I-"
"New to the business? What business?"
