The Meeting

Raze's eyes lit up, and a smile formed on her face. The old shopkeeper noticed her reaction and felt a sense of satisfaction.

"And you're giving these… for free?" Raze asked, her tone tinged with curiosity.

The shopkeeper nodded. "Indeed. I can give you three sacks of any seeds you want. Consider it a token of appreciation for such a grand transaction. You've earned it, Raze."

"So you know me," Raze muttered, her gaze narrowing slightly.

"Ahem… You probably won't need my name since it would take a long time before you visit this place again, but I'm Hognny," he replied with a chuckle.

Raze nodded, acknowledging his words. Hognny was right—she didn't need his name. Her focus was on the seeds.