"If that, these look like something you'd buy at a festival," Caelan commented, giving the store owner an uneasy glance at his wide smile. What was this man on? Such a weird guy working a store here, why was this sort of person their contact? This group became stranger by the moment. Turning his gaze back to the masks on display his eyes widened when given the true value of these items, his jaw hanging loose as he gaped at each and every one. That much, for a mask?! Absurd, absolutely no way they were that valuable. Why would something so valuable be simply sitting here? There would be security, some kind of traps, anything! The store owner wasn't imposing in the least, creepy but not imposing, what was preventing them from taking one and going? Heck, just one mask might set him up for life!

He couldn't do that though, as tempting as it might be. Not only was stealing below him, treasure hunting wasn't as lowly as theft, but he wasn't about to ruin things for the others by doing so. It was why he delved into abandoned tombs and dungeons, there wasn't anyone he was harming by going to the middle of nowhere. Sure he wanted the money but not at the expense of others, that wasn't him. Still... Hundreds of thousands of rupees sitting on the walls right before him... Shaking his head Caelan stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants, watching as the salesman walked around the counter and took out a crate of supplies, evidently all for them. Raising a brow he walked over and peered inside, surprised at just how much was there. And this was all of theirs, just for the taking? How in the world had Demoko arranged this?