Lohan kept his artificial eyes fixed on the trembling figure in front of him.
Through Instinctive Perception, he could sense that the man's mana pulse was truly chaotic, typical of someone who had suffered severe spiritual trauma or extreme exhaustion.
The odor emanating from him, picked up by his Chemosensory Aptitude, carried the metallic trace of blood, though Lohan couldn't quite distinguish the origin of that blood, as the scent was a mixture of Monster blood and human blood.
"Why are you selling something like this so publicly and desperately?" Lohan asked through the mental link, allowing the man to hear his voice. "A Level 15 Dungeon location is something I'm sure any major Guild would offer a lot of money for. Why offer this at the bazaar for pennies?"
The man let out a bitter laugh, which ended in a dry cough. He looked around, watching the elves of Thalendor pass by them as if he were nothing more than trash by the side of the road.
