Now that the narrator is home, the cloaked man nods, a gleam coming to his eye. &quot;Interesting. It's just Gold where I come from.&quot; Phyros wakes up and huffs, thumping his tail. &quot;No, no, there isn't any. Go back to sleep. So, what do AZ and DZ stand for? And this is Phyros, newcomer. Fire dragon chick. Still young.&quot;<div class='edited'>(edited by Dracomancer)</div>

Please don't kill my dragons. I don't want to level grind again.

&quot;Best one is full heal. Cheaper options are a few steps down but still very good. May even have same effect if not very strong in first place.&quot; The hooded person points at the vials as he mentions each one. He then nods to the boy. &quot;Potions, gems, and other stuff. I even have a fish Benthi caught.&quot;

The man takes the money, then nods to the gems. &quot;They have elemental energy. I use them to power up my dragons, or use them to persuade them to teach me things. You may find another use.&quot; &quot;And the price difference... A few thousand yen more? I am unfamiliar with this currency.&quot;<div class='edited'>(edited by Dracomancer)</div>

A puff of smoke comes out of the small dragon's mouth. The cloaked person points to some vials filled with liquid. &quot;Potions heal you. The better ones are more expensive. They take effect instantly. Even work on large creatures.&quot; They speak quietly and in short sentences. They then point at a few gems. &quot;These are from enemies. Contain energy from different elements. Phyros here likes the Fire ones, so don't tell him I'm selling them.&quot;

&quot;T...wo thousand yen? That sounds right.&quot; He nods and pets Phyros.

&quot;...I have Earth gems. Close enough. I just use eight kinds of magic.&quot; He leans back and yawns. &quot;I'm going to pack up soon... they're 500 yen each.&quot; <spoiler>time to vanish to pet a cat and for food, night folks</spoiler>

The hooded person blinks. &quot;Speed? Don't have that. Do have the former.&quot; He holds up one vial with a sparkly clear water inside. &quot;It would be... Five... Fifty yen? No, five thousand. That's it. Maybe.&quot;

The man scratches his head. &quot;...only gems with elements inside already.&quot; He seems a bit disappointed himself. The idea was interesting, but he sadly had nothing.

The cloaked man sitting in front of Shakespeare claps. Truly a great play. The dog-sized red dragon beside him, however, is fast asleep because it’s late.