Crafter with a stealth ability

"He's just a student without an active skill slot. The girl might be a Grade 4, but she looks weak. Taking them both down and stealing that pouch shouldn't be too hard," the crafter thought to himself, a dark, calculating grin spreading across his face.

Business had been slow lately, and this was his golden opportunity. Two academy students, both seemingly naive, made for perfect targets. If he played his cards right, he could not only fleece them but also cover his tracks, avoiding any backlash from the academy. After all, these two wouldn't be missed if they disappeared.

Clearing his throat, he shifted his stance behind the counter, adopting a more business-like tone, though mischief still danced in his eyes. "I'm afraid this still won't be enough. You'll need to add five extra Grade 2 fangs or perhaps a single Grade 3 claw," he said, his voice smooth but loaded with ill intent as he eyed Silas and Angelica.