The old gentleman walked into the antique shop, curiously examining the surroundings—the aged display windows, the cheap iron shelves, and the so-called "antiques" almost randomly placed about—perfectly embodied the positioning of the shop:
In the entire store, except for the money taken, there wasn't a single thing that wasn't fake.
However, this elder gentleman, who didn't at all resemble the common folks of the Lower City District, was still looking over the items in the shop with great interest until Duncan's voice came from the direction of the counter; only then did he finally turn his gaze.
"That's an interesting saying," the elder gentleman chuckled, "taking away what's fated... Putting aside the objects themselves, the sentiment is quite beautiful."
"Actually, fate alone isn't enough—you also need money," Duncan returned the smile, "Fortunately, everything here is inexpensive—are there any items you wish to buy?"
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