"Travellers?" The gruff middle-aged man frowned in response and looked around, wondering how the trio arrived at the island, "Where did you park your ship?"
"We have our means to travel," Inala smiled and continued, "As travelling merchants from the Brimgan Empire, we don't wish to reveal our secrets. But, our intentions for coming here are to trade. So, what do you say?"
'Revered abode of immortals my ass!' Gannala rolled her eyes, controlling her urge to puke. Knowing why she was feeling such an emotion, Inala subtly moved before her, blocking the gruff middle-aged man from seeing her expression.
"I…" The gruff middle-aged man scratched his cheek, stared at Inala for a few seconds in silence, and then got up, "Let me go inform them."
His tone then turned serious, "Stay here. If you move around and interrupt our work, then be prepared for the consequences."
"The immortals dislike chaos."
