"Don't be nervous, everyone," the Tiflin merchant said with an extremely insincere smile, "My name is Eckmond, and I am here to talk business with you."
"We don't have anything you want, and I believe you don't have anything we want either," Lancelot said cautiously, while others glanced indifferently at someone with the same name, only to find that the latter was lying motionless in the shadow of a corner just like an ordinary skull.
"That might not be the case," the Tiflin said as he casually sat down in front of the campfire, "Hmm! What is this, it smells really good!"
"Stygian River mixed fish soup, with my secret seasoning." Koula ladled a small bowl and handed it carefully to the visitor, "Would you like to try some?"
