Ansel, holding Ravenna's hand, approached the onlookers and inquired softly, "What has transpired here?"
"Ah... Oh? It seems that these two vegetable stalls have been facing each other for three days now. The murdered vendor, his vegetables were from that, uh, Pelican Trading… Commerce? Right, right, affordable and delicious!"
The respondent smacked their lips, "Indeed, they're delicious. I bought a bunch of radishes yesterday. I've never tasted radishes as good as these, and they were only a copper coin more expensive than the usual market price."
"So, you mean to say..." Ansel observed the unfortunate vendor lying dead at his stall, his tone filled with melancholy, "The other vendor couldn't compete with his sales, so he... murdered him?"
