Seeing Lyrian's eyes go to the side in thought, the old shop owner already knew what he was thinking. 'Thoughts of dishonoring the agreement huh? Pesky brat.' He joked to himself.
"Now, give me your wrist," he said, pulling Lyrian's hand closer out of nowhere. He touched Lyrian's bracelet with a bracelet of his own.
"What!? But I thought you said I didn't have to pay if I went with the second option!" Lyrian exclaimed in confusion.
"Boy, that 1,000,000 Riftstone payment will only be called off when you actually meet that man. How do I know you won't just piss off after you leave this store and never try to meet him? I gotta have insurance," the old man said with a growing smirk on his face.
