Ystris' transformation from a crybaby to a strict, rule-enforcing, and orderly town representative was so abrupt that it almost looked like the transformation Stumps had undergone when he shed his human appearance and transformed into a demon.
"Eh… And why not?"
"Only demons authorized by Hell are allowed to peddle wares and sell goods to other inhabitants of Hell."
"Okay? And how do you know I'm not authorized?"
"I can tell just by looking at you. Now then, I must get going."
"Sure. But before you do, one last question. Is it alright to sell stuff on someone's behalf? Like, I'm not the one technically selling it. I'm just the middleman."
Ystris thought for a moment as he crossed his arms.
"That is certainly possible. But I don't see how that is relevant. There's only one demon in Vanitapolis with the permission to conduct business. And that's the fellow down in Potato Pot. I doubt you would be selling things on his behalf."
