"[color=00a99d]Matches, Gringam, don't let anyone accept those fleeces! Dose fleeces are from da pelts of angelic beasts. We had a pair of demons try to gift dose to us, so we would make a deal with them and swindle us if not this village! I don't want anyone ta get condemned, killed, tricked, or be led into any kine of trouble by dem![/color]"

"Demons?!" Gringam gasped in horror. "First the Northmen approach, now demons are already here? Oh good gods."

"Maybe not demons." Matches commented. "If they offered gifts and deals, it is more likely they were devils. Demons would have attacked on sight."

"Does it matter whether they're demons or devils?" Gringam asked. "They're still trouble."

"Perhaps... but they're the kind of trouble that wouldn't want us dead just yet." Matches said. "After all, they can't convince us to sell our souls if the cold or the Northmen kill us all."

Meanwhile, Tolomeo looked at Flicker with a confused expression on his face. "They... aren't wares though? We didn't buy them from a merchant." The boy explained. "The letter said that they're a gift for all the cold people here."