Atop a nearby building, Lunaris exhaled heavily.
"Phew. That was close."
He looked down at the street below, where the crowd was still searching for him in confusion.
His gaze drifted to a nearby stall.
A goblin merchant stood behind a display of paintings, currently engaged in heated negotiation with a wolf beastman customer.
Lunaris squinted.
Is that...
A painting of me?
His expression turned strange.
It's fine to paint me, but...
What the hell are those clothes?
Below, the negotiation continued.
"Fifty Moon Coins," the goblin merchant declared firmly, arms crossed. "Not a single coin less."
The wolf beastman balked.
"Fifty?! That's robbery!"
"Robbery?" The goblin scoffed. "Do you think the Lord's image is so cheap? Without at least fifty MC, I am not parting with this painting."
He stroked the frame lovingly.
"Who knows? If you hang it in your house, you might get a thousand years of good luck."
These guys actually dare to use my image like this?
