At the edge of the market, a mysterious vendor wrapped in clothes was meditating in front of his stall.
On the stall were some ancient-looking, worn-out items.
Pam Olsen was not far away, looking at the surrounding stalls.
He was an idle civilian beast-controlling master, and recently, for some unknown reason, his usual bad gambling luck had improved a lot, allowing him to have some spare cash. He had heard that good deals could often be found at this base, and rumor had it that many people had already made their fortunes by finding bargains.
Pam was so jealous that he didn't care about his lack of experience in this area. After all, with his years of gambling experience, how could he possibly miss a good deal?
As he looked around, he noticed the mysterious vendor.
Pam was shocked.
"Isn't this the big shot who made the registration clerk so deferential and obsequious today? Why is he setting up a stall here?"
