“What in the world…!?”
Magnum was surprised when, according to his description, the one tending the store they’d just entered is a humongous caterpillar with a hat and a staff. Ignorant yet of their arrival, he is in the middle of an argument with a Pullchas, a pig demi-human, customer.
The sixth since Asola, it had been two days since they’ve arrived in this city called Madenco. In which, according to what they’ve gathered, this place that is owned by Old Spike, highly likely this giant caterpillar, is the best intel broker of Madenco.
“How may I help you?” Old Spike greeted, finally acknowledging them after the Pullchas stormed out of the store.
“I’m looking for a singer,” he told him.
To that reply, Old Spike’s heartbeat instantly sped while the surface of his upper body wrinkled.
