"You're the kid right?" The wrinkly old man asked, a look of agitation painted all over his face. He looked like a drug addict looking to get a quick fix.
"Uhhh, yes that's me" Guilliman responded with a nod, Mr Silverstein had told him the old man would find him, and here he was.
Though, he couldn't quite understand how this wrinkly old man had found him in this shelter full of thousands of people.
"Good!!! Great!!, how many bottles does your master want this time? 5 like the last time or has the rate gone down?" Seeing guilliman nodd, the old wrinkly man's eyes beamed as he asked Guilliman.
This wasn't his first time, that mysterious person had sent several other youngsters to transact with him. So he knew the deal.
"Hmm 5 bottles of milk-wine?" Guilliman asked trying to confirm they were on the same page.
"Yes, yes, 5 bottles" the old man nodded.
