The shopkeeper was at least willing to accept that Sabine did not intend to rob him, as her response would have been quite strange against a man who had already surrendered. But, that did not cause him to calm down. It took only a few moments of thinking on what Sabine was saying for him to start shaking his head. "What I bought? No...no I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't buy anything yesterday, not anything worth talking about. I'm sure you have the wrong man. I shall help if I can, but you are in the wrong place."

Colors leaned forward onto the table, looking the man in the eyes. "The strongbox, in your room upstairs, built into the wall, hidden next to the bed. We know what we're talking about, and we've made no mistake. I implore you listen to this fair lady."

The man stared in silence for a good five seconds before letting out a sigh. "I can talk to you, but not here. Follow me upstairs."

Stepping out from behind the counter, the man addressed his other customers loudly. "I am dreadfully sorry, but I have something very pressing to tend to. But do not worry, I shall not be long." He said before hastily making his way up the stairs, motioning for the others to follow. Although, once they were in his room, he was petrified to speak.