"Your accent doesn't sound like someone from here," the armored woman said as she walked ahead of Leon. "But your face does. Are you one of those traveling merchants?"
Leon glanced at the side of her helmet, then answered calmly.
"You caught that right, Miss Priestess. I travel a lot, and mostly deal in weapons and artifacts. I collect them from different sources and sell them to high-profile individuals."
"Ooo," she hummed lightly. "A weapon dealer, huh? You must be filthy rich then."
Leon let out a small chuckle.
"Haha, not really. Compared to people from my domain, I'm actually below average in performance."
"Heh. As you say, Mr. Trader," she replied with a faint sneer.
Leon glanced at her back again, trying to make out her identity.
It was useless.
The armor was fully sealed. Not even a strand of her hair was visible. Not even her voice gave him a clear lead either.
