Suddenly, the puppet that looked like Artea was taken from Harker's hands.
"This isn't for sale." Kokoro said, scowling.
"This is commissioned work. It's not finished yet." Shinzou added.
"Go look for something else."
"There are a lot of good things here that fit you more."
Harker shook his head. "What if I want to buy that thing? I'll pay more than the one who commissioned it."
But the strange old men just shook their heads.
"Not for sale."
"Find something else."
Harker clenched his fist. Joan was confused, and asked. "Who is Artea Holmwood?"
Harker then noticed a marking on the puppet Artea's arm. It was an engraving of a familiar smiling marionette woman wearing the top hat of a circus ring mistress.
"Nobody." Harker said with a growl. "Let's go. I think I've seen enough. We'll come back, though."
He stomped off, and the old men just waved as they left.
"Thank you for stopping by!"
