Everyone else, apart from the shop owner, let out slightly astonished noises as they heard what he said. Lyrian was the most surprised and even a little offended. He was already in an irritated mood, and now he had to deal with this nonsense!?
"What do you mean you aren't going to sell it?" He slammed his fist onto the counter, leaning forward as he brazenly stared at the old man with furrowed eyebrows. The old man, in a nonchalant and unimpressed expression, looked down at Lyrian's fist, and then back at him.
Lyrian suddenly switched his gaze over to the suited man, who didn't look well. Sweating profusely, he adjusted his collar some more to let himself breathe.
"I--Listen! I didn't know that item wasn't for sale! I just thought it was--" The man was suddenly cut off by the shop owner.
"That it was some old junk that was left in the dust because no one wanted to buy it right?" He said as the suited man gulped.
