When Mag opened his door, a young man who had been waiting outside looked up at him immediately. "Mag, I heard your restaurant has a new dish today? I was pretty busy, but I have left my shop to my employees and come here to try it," he said expectantly. He had short, blond hair.
Mag nodded, smiling. "Yes. But it's only a trial sale today." This young man was called Proll Musan, aged around 28, and also owned a shop on the Aden Square. He sold fragrant incense, which was brought here from the faraway capital of the Roth Empire. His commodities had won the favor of women from many species. He had five employees, and business was good for him.
When he walked around here yesterday morning, he came across this fancy restaurant. He felt he had found his way after a plate of Yangzhou fried rice, so he ate his lunch and dinner here too. He'd also brought his two neighbors here when he'd come in the evening.
