Fran finally found an empty space where he could set up his shop, squeezed into a corner after a turn, barely fitting his small building.
Hill wasted no time transforming the carriage into a shop, as players were always on the move; if he was too slow, players who didn't mind the quiet might come over.
Hill replaced the booth sofas by the shop window with a circular, high platform surrounded by workbenches.
He sat on the sofa inside, reading a book, only to be called over by Srei when he encountered materials he couldn't identify.
Sometimes, when facing a large number of players, the collected and industrious Tower Spirit, who remained neither sad nor happy, was more suited for the job.
But as the boss, Hill couldn't completely neglect his duties, and he still had to show his face.
Fortunately, Cohen was very stable, and Hill could enjoy himself on the upper floor.
If it were Alice, she'd probably sneak down no matter what.