"...You there! the human standing like a statue! Come here, come closer! I've got a deal that will change your fate forever!"
Robin turned his head slowly toward the voice that rang out over the bustling noise of the marketplace. Sitting cross-legged behind a splintered wooden table was a peculiar vendor with unnaturally long ears that drooped all the way to his belly. The man had a ragged vest, mismatched shoes, and a suspiciously enthusiastic grin plastered across his face. In front of him were several large clay jars, old and dusty, arranged like sacred relics.
The vendor was looking straight at Robin, his hand gesturing wildly with theatrical flair.
Robin looked around, left and right, scanning the thick crowd pressing through the marketplace, as if trying to confirm whether the shout had truly been meant for him. Then, lifting an eyebrow, he pointed silently to himself.
