"It isn't tiring." The bald youth was organisingthe water and dried food that the proprietor had brough tfor him. Raising his head, he continued, "It's best that you don't touch it."
Molton sense that something was off as he withdrew his hand. The youth was obviously facing away from him, and yet, it seemed that he had eyes growing out the back of his head. "Were those the same words you used to scare those fellows off? Can the living really not touch it?"
"Those words weren't said to simply scare him." The baldy had already packed away his food and water. Taking out a few mutated beast teeth as payment and placing them on the counter, he turned and nodded towards Molton. "I will be heading off. Thanks once again for helping me out just now."
