You extend a disgusted finger to poke the merchandises on the table at the seemingly deserted booth. A voice snaps, "And what's your business here?" Startled, you turn around, to see a short, black-haired, scowling, and bespectacled girl, well, scowling at you, a male Corgi beside her. "Don't try any funny business, or Sor here is going to make you regret it. Sorchayn, come." She stalks behind the booth, and you swear the dog gives you a disparaging look as he follows his mistress.
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