#crocs among us...

Eiden doesn't know what's going on today. He's given up interacting with customer when one was ready to swing a fist into his face. It's like complaints he usually kept to himself escaped out would escape like a whole grown frog.

So the text from Cecil was welcome distraction even if he was suspicious of these 'business talks'. He could have gotten the fabrics himself, he can tell that much....

Whatever. It's not like I've got nothing to do or... anything.

He sighs at his own weakness and opens the door.

" Why are you keeping this place dark...? " Eiden carefully starts.