The young Hydral replied with a smile, "I seek sheep."
The shopkeeper's hand trembled, nearly dropping his cigarette onto his leg.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
After a series of forceful coughs, he stood up, retreating several steps with utmost caution, "Whose man are you? Hyena? Vulture? Or Rodent?"
"Hm?" Ansel's intonation rose inquisitively, "What do you mean? Your shop doesn't carry sheep?"
"... Are you truly unaware, or feigning ignorance?"
The shopkeeper's hands moved behind his back, his gaze turning cold and stern, "This is the domain of DappleSpider. I advise you to think carefully, friend."
"But I am indeed here solely to purchase sheep."
Ansel spread his hands innocently, "I voyaged to the Celestial Path mountains three years ago and only returned yesterday. What has transpired? And who is this DappleSpider? Was this establishment not previously under the FlamePython's control?"
