William
*It was a nice sunny day, and Sorrel had decided to get out of the cabin for a while. After all, it could get very cramped in his little cottage, and he and Lunar both needed some fresh air. And hey, maybe they'd find something interesting! Some inspiration for a new outfit, or maybe something to add to their collection? They weren't sure, but they knew it was nice and Lunar was enjoying herself! He watched as the little black cat with white socks trekked amongst the leaves by her friend's side, keeping an ear out for people (or mice! Food would be good...)*
Andres
```Another Day of Light```"

*It seems that today was an agreeable day, for a sunlit walk with the rays nicely falling down to the face through the leaves of the Shifting Forest. It may as well be a nice moment to dawdle about and daydream about things.*

*Michael Corvus, currently named Michael Octavius Jr., breathes in the forest breeze as he got away from the city for a moment of contemplation and searching for a state of meditation to further himself in his quest for knowledge, his serpent wyrm familiar slithering alongside him. Come to think of it, it's been a while since he recorded the latest evolutions and development of flora or the geography around Celestia.* 

*He takes out fresh sheets of exquisite parchment, pens, and some tools.*

"Today... Is somewhere around 11.... The sun is right over there... Which means... I am currently... Over... Here."

*The trees have changed.*

*And paths were lost among the sea of leaves and flowers. But new ones were forged as well with the change of the trees.*

*...... A person.*

*He paused detecting the presence of someone else around him.*

*And he looked around him.*
Wyatt
*Sorrel stopped dead in his tracks, carefully bending down to pick up Lunar the moment he heard footsteps. They had thought they were alone, but apparently not. Slowly, softly, they took a step back, giving a meek "Hello??" , questioning if someone was there. After all, people had a tendency to not like Sorrel, and there was no telling if this newcomer was friend or foe. "Who's there???" A soft, gentle voice, belonging to someone small and nervous. Green hair, brown eyes, and patches of light skin mingled amongst dark. Silver glasses, a long cap and hood duo, covering some more casual looking clothing. No shoes, and seemingly no weapons, just a satchel.*
Andres
"Oh."

*He simply relaxed his expression when he found Sorrel and then returned to what he was doing, but continued to take note on what he can learn about this person right in front of him. After all... Names are a form of knowledge after all, and he is obligated to come record this opportunity that destiny has tasked him to do.*

"And what is your name dear???"

*His face seemed very young. Almost quite the same as Sorrel's... But the tone of his voice and the way he carried himself seemed to bear the weight of a sage, even in that simple question.*
William
*Sorrel looked the man over for a moment, before putting Lunar down again.* "...Sorrel. My name is Sorrel..." *They murmured, curiously keeping an eye on him.* "What about you? What's your name?" *They questioned, seeming to relax only slightly when it seemed as if they weren't about to be attacked. They were curious about this newcomer, that was for sure. Especially about his attitude and the way he held himself for someone who seemed so young.*
Andres
"Michael."

*The man answered.*

"Michael Octavius... Junior."

*It was then when he looked up and observed Sorrel and the cat... And then back to his mapping... And his observation of the flora.*

*Every single detail being absorbed in his head because he has nothing better to do.*

*It buzzes. Freezes him. Before he found the chance to remind himself.*

"..... One step at a time."

"Such a beautiful feline you have there Sorrel— Don't eat the cat."

*He then turned sharply to the curious serpent whose body was perked up and their serpentine eyes seemed to glare at Sorrel's cat. The serpent did follow as asked but he did continue the eye the cat as something like a tasty treat.*

*Michael sighed, lamenting over the awkwardness and forgetting to feed his snake.*

"Anyways... I am nothing more but a humble teacher wandering around if he could. And what about you???"
William
*Sorrel gave a soft laugh, a delightful noise to the ears, a smile starting to form.* "I see! I just needed to get out of my shop for a little bit, sir. I needed inspiration for a new outfit, and my shop just isn't the place to find it. What do you teach, sir? After all, you do say you are a teacher. Is that what brought you out to these woods? I'd be careful out here..." *Sorrel warned, their eyes shimmering in the soft sunlight that peeked through the trees. He seemed a very happy person, despite how nervous he was.*
Andres
*He did slightly frown on the fact that Michael has a competitor right in front of him, but then again... Business is not exactly his priority with the shop he's managing right now.*

"I teach various things back in the city."

*Well to be fair, his subjects were indeed vague with regards on the curriculum they're teaching. But on another note, he looked up at the sky and around him... He is indeed in deep on the forest.*

"....... I'm sure I can handle myself just fine out here in the Shifting Forest, since I chose to come here to find some perspective for myself."

*He sighed.*

"Just like you do Mister Sorrel... And if I may offer some advice???"

*He asked Sorrel if he'd be willing to lend an ear to a humble teacher like him.*
Stephen
Sorry I've been busy in the mic chat
William
*Sorrel tilted his head slightly, in a curious manner, the young person seeming interested in what the other had to say.* "I'm all ears, sir. What is your advice?" *They asked, moving to pick Lunar up again and place her on his shoulder. She seemed quite cozy from her place on his shoulder, snuggling up close against Sorrel's neck as he listened to Michael.*
Andres
*It seems that while they were talking, the map that Michael is making is also gradually weaving itself to life. Although if Sorrel were to observe it... The detailing of the map seemed to be... Both marvelous and odd.*

*In the short time that they've been talking and not even moving from his spot, Michael seemed to have made an impressive outline of the geography of the entire Shifting Forest, including the forest paths and known landmarks... Accompanied by faint tracings of an entirely new map underneath.*

*And not just that... How has Michael managed to make all these papers... Around him by himself in such a short amount of time... While conversing with Sorrel???*

*Almost as if he was mapping and comparing the Forest from now to a hundred years ago.*

"Look not at the distance of what your eyes can see and look at the smaller things that make up a grain of the picture that you see."

*He gave his advice to her.*

"A single leaf following the wind. A lone petal lost and banished from the sea of blossoms from where it came from. Or a fruit on the ground."

"Those things... Rife with the realization of its isolation from the vast land around it... Is also host to a world of its own stories in it."

*He tossed him an apple however.*

"And think on a sufficiently fed stomach. Inspiration dulls in the face of gluttony. And sloth conquers those that hold no sustenance to burn for their constitution."
William
*Sorrel gave him THE most befuddled look, shaking his head slightly.* "I apologize, none of that makes sense..." *They couldn't help but reply as they caught the apple, looking it over curiously, before taking a bite. Come to think of it, they were pretty hungry, and apples were great...* "But uhm... Thank you! F—Feel free to stop by my shop, its... Just a little down the road. I'd enjoy the company..." *They offered, smiling softly once more in an attempt to be friendly.*
Andres
*Michael sighed as he repeated himself.*

"Be inspired with small things instead Mr. Sorrel. There's no need to walk around and look for that inspiration elsewhere. Although I would suggest travelling. Expanding your horizons also expands your mind to new insights."

*But when he offered him to go visit his shop, he paused for a while and shrugged his shoulders before nodding.*

"Sure. I'd be very delighted to come see your shop. I may find something interesting there as well."
William
*Sorrel gave a delighted hum, nodding happily before turning to lead Michael to their shop.* "Alrighty! Wonderful! It's right this way!" *He pointed off in the direction of their little shop/cottage, before starting to walk off in said direction.*

*It couldn't have been too far of a walk, because they seemed to know EXACTLY where it was, and every step along the way as well. Occasionally they would stop to inspect a flower, maybe pick it, before continuing to walk. No wonder they hadn't gone too far from their shop, it took forever to get back!*
Andres
*As Michael followed Sorrel back to his shop, he would bring his things with him, as his familiar would coil around him, helping him carry most of the load with his mouth. Occasionally, he would pat the serpent's head.*

"..... Careful not to melt the paper okay???...."

*He would continue to walk with Sorrel on relative silence, taking in the scenery of the forest. The walk took fairly a bit out of Michael, especially with having to lug his familiar's weight around his shoulders with him.*
William
*The walk to the shop finally was over, because soon, amongst the trees and thorns, a little cottage could be seen. Sorrel's previous humming had taken a bit of a higher pitch once they had arrived, in a more happy manner. They had also returned with a hand full of flowers, each unique in their own little way. Some with broken petals, some with odd colors, some that were seemingly perfect.*

*The cottage itself was almost hidden within the trees, the moss that covered it causing it to be camouflaged against the greenery of the forest. However, the reddish tinted wooden door seemed to stick out quite the bit, the moon and stars carved out within it to decorate it. There was a porch swing attached to the front porch, as well as about 20 or so plants. The round tinted windows had curtains over them, concealing what lied withing the house, and smoke seemed to rise from the chimney. Sorrel smiled, and walked up to the front door, unlocking it and opening it for his new friend.* 

"Right this way, sir!"
Andres
"Hmmmm..."

*Michael took some time to look at the cottage itself, where it was situated, and what it surrounded itself with as the loremaster took out a sheet of paper from the serpent's mouth and with a pen, he quickly sketched the cottage and its surroundings, also recording its location within the Shifting Forest.*

*Another new form of knowledge. Quite small, but welcome regardless to his duties.*

*1000 years earlier, this was nothing more but a plot of land that barely offered any space from the blanket of trees it surrounded itself with.*

*To be precise 1000 years ago, he vaguely remembers this place as nothing more but a small pool of natural energy that permeated itself on the waters of a small pond.*

*Somewhere along the way, the pond has dried up, and the trees around it changed... Thick grass and stone replaced the waters and it was hid away with the moss and the trees.*

*Somewhere along the way, someone found a refuge among this land and built a home for itself among these said moss and trees.*

"I see."

*He simply said to his observation of this change he managed to bear witness.*

*What a time to be alive.*
William
*Sorrel curiously watched him, almost warily, as Lunar jumped down from their shoulder in an attempt to investigate this new person that Sorrel had kept her away from. However, Sorrel himself still stood at the door, holding it open for the other. There was no telling if they had built this house, or if someone before them had, or someone before the person before Sorrel. Not, unless, Michael dared to ask how they had come into posession of this little cottage that they called home.*
Andres
*The snake merely gazed back to the cat with his slitted eyes as Michael continued onward, taking on Sorrel's offer for entry as he bowed in front of the open door and the young witch to respect his invitation, before entering his shop.*

"Ahhhh... What a nice place you have here. Hmmm..."

*He complimented his abode as he immediately took to fascination on the furniture and the various wares he possessed.*

"Has business been good to your shop dear???"

*He would pat the snake's head again as it handed him his things before it slithered off his body and wandered around the shop, but lingering close to his master.*

".... Don't break anything now... And don't eat Mister Sorrel's cat..."

*It hissed back in acknowledgement as it continued to roam around lazily.*
William
*Despite how small the cottage seemed, Sorrel had found a way to decently display his wares, which seemed to only be various clothing. And each piece was actually quite elegent. There were ballgowns, dresses, suits, ties, shirts, skirts, pants, all sorts of clothing. There was also a sitting place, as well as the kitchen off to the side. There were two other doors (presumably Sorrel's workplace and bedroom), and a bathroom with the door open off to the opposite side of the kitchen.*

 "Buisness hasn't been... Horrible, but it hasn't been good. I always assumed it was because I live so out of the way..." *Sorrel confessed, closing the door and moving towards the kitchen.* "Could I offer you some tea? Something to eat, perhaps?" *They asked, stopping for a moment as they watched Lunar jump up onto a shelf and settle there to observe everything.*
Andres
"Well you are in the Shifting Forest."

*He found himself a chair to sit on, and continued to document more information about this cottage, this shop, and Sorrel.*

*Mostly good things about his clothes. As a man who retained all relevant information of this specific trade, he found his technique to be quite... Amateur, but very natural and a touch of talented if he do say so himself.*

*And the designs are indeed inspired.*

*In fact, he has already eyed a few of the clothes around.*

"If it doesn't trouble you. I wouldn't want you to spare your supplies beyond your expense."

*He accepted the offer but also opened him the option not to serve him anything, just in case.*

"....... These are a lot of clothes by the way, for a business that is perched on a precarious balance of profit and loss. Not to matter... You do have quite an inspired collection of craft about you Mr. Sorrel."
William
*Sorrel smiled and nodded, turning to continue walking to the kitchen.* "Thank you, sir! And it's no trouble at all, a treat for a guest! I don't get guests often. I've been thinking of going out into the markets of a nearby town and trying to sell something, but I'm not so sure..." *And with that note, Sorrel went off to the kitchen to prepare tea. Lunar, however, chose to stay behind, jumping off of the shelf to curiously look at what the other had documented.*
Andres
"What's not to be sure about??? It's where the people are."

*Michael asked him in return.*

*As Lunar observed what Michael had to say about all this, he would find Michael describing the shop vividly, while other papers described and documented Sorrel and the cat, identifying them as a witch and his familiar who's managing the shop, and what is included in the shop including the materials his wares are made of.*

*In another paper, he continued to add further detail to the exterior of the cabin, as well as updating the map he just made to include Sorrel's shop as a landmark.*

"And you have good clothes. And you have a lot of them. The stock is just here waiting to be bought. Expanding your services, you may just finally sell a lot of these ofd your shoulders."
William
*It didn't take Sorrel long to return with a steaming cup of tea, placing it down on a coaster in front of his guest before taking a seat themselves. Lunar continued to observe, and Sorrel seemed... A bit nervous now, fidgeting with the jewelry around their neck.*

"Yes, but the people... Don't take kindly to me. I don't—I don't have very good luck, sir..." *They muttered, doing their best to keep their eyes on the other. Not in a wary manner, just in a sort of shy or nervous manner.*
Andres
"Luck is subjective dear. Well... It can be hexed sure, but that is not luck, but bad juju to reality itself. It's all in the mind."

*He reassured him.*

"Why would you think yourself be so unfortunate???"

*He looked at him dead in the eye, stopping whatever he's doing. His voice seemed stern, but it held a certain gentleness behind it. More like someone who's offering a listening ear to him.*
William
*Sorrel sighed, continuing to fidget.* "Because of who I am. Because of what I was born as, because of my kind's history. I'm sure you're well aware, you do have it written down after all." *Sorrel gestured to the other's papers and mapping, before continuing.* "And if I go out, people are bound to find out. And then I'll have to pack up and move somewhere else. It's risky! And if you think I'm leaving Lunar here just to sell clothing? Wrong! Bttzzzz!" *Sorrel leaned back in their chair, crossing their arms.* "So I Could go out and sell my clothing, yes, but its risky, and everywhere I go, people just don't seem to like me."
Andres
"Witches and Warlocks have long since pretended to be anyone they're not. All one needs to do is pretend even better... Even more."

*He responded to Sorrel regarding that.*

"People can be stupid. It's why the persecution existed in the first place... Their shortsightedness. They may just live their whole lives and die not knowing a certain Mr. Sorrel and his cat are anything but."
William
*The young witch looked at the other, listening intently before nodding.* "Perhaps... Maybe I should try to pretend better. You found out fairly quickly, didn't you?...Where am I going wrong? If you know.." *They questioned, tilting their head slightly as they spoke.*
Andres
"I found it out fairly quickly because I am smart... Well... Rather I'm simply way beyond the shortsightedness of man. If I am to teach, I must accept and welcome any knowledge and people who wish to learn from me. It is the sacred and most primal vow a teacher must adhere to, and only few understood that... And apply that, even amongst teachers. So I am a special case and therefore do not count."

*Well technically, he counts as a witch as well if Sorrel has noticed the white serpent that keeps on following the man and said man is speaking to the snake like it's his child, so he would know the fact about Sorrel.*

*But also, he's true on the lack of shortsightedness because of his unique situation as the Magna. Why waste time over frivolous prejudice???*

*He did however tapped his own face to make a point and answer Sorrel's question.*

"But if you ask me... I think it's something to do with your hair... And the vitiligo."

*It's most definitely the vitiligo. He's not even sure if people in Ambrosia even know the word.*

"They think it a disease. Well... It is. But it's harmless... Just some hiccup in the luck of the draw. I think you're still quite exquisite dear. But people fear difference because of what they do not understand."

"I suggest you lose the... Distractions... On your face and you're just like anybody else. Just someone with a cat."
William
*Sorrel brought his hand to his face for a moment, before lowering it again and nodding.* "I guess I never thought of that. Huh. They fear what they don't understand... Yeah, I can cover the patches up, but I spent so much on the dye for my hair! I guess if I want to sell stuff, the color has to go..." *The young person sighed, before chuckling.* "I truly do appreciate the help. These are things I never learned, I guess. My parents... Kinda left me behind, y'know? So it's just been me and Lunar..."
Andres
"Well... You can keep the hair. But colored hair is like this weird thing to them... I don't know, people are weird like that. Having basic looking hair does help blending with the crowd."

*Michael shrugged his shoulders.*

"Well... You asked didn't you???"

*He simply saw this as part of his duty.*

"Besides... These things... You should learn it from observation."

*He didn't spare him from the hard truths however.*

".... But sometimes it doesn't hurt to learn it from the guidance of other people. Nothing wrong with that."
William
*Sorrel smiled softly and nodded, choosing to keep quiet this time. He just eyed the cup he had put down, before looking over to Lunar.* "Lunar, love, you can come down now y'know." *They hummed, holding their arms out so the cat could come over to them. And thats just what Lunar did, she walked over and climbed up into Sorrel's lap, curling up with a delighted 'mrrrppp!'*
Andres
*The serpent seemed to have plans when it eyed the cat again and seemed to wind itself up when the cat was preparing to jump down but Michael lightly bapped the snake's head with his hand and it nipped him gently instead with his fangs with a dry bite.*

"Next time... Don't be too picky with your food."

*He berated the snake before he went back to Sorrel.*

"Anyways dear... How much do you sell your clothes for???"

*Ah yes, he does indeed plan to buy some of Sorrel's wares for posterity.*
William
*Sorrel blinked a few times, seemingly surprised at his question.* "Ah- I... Don't think I set prices yet... B-But I'm willing to trade things! Like—Like food I can't grow out here, o—or supplies... Maybe books? *I never really went to school, I should really think about learning these things..." The witch muttered to himself, seeming quite sheepish about not having a solid answer for the other.*
Andres
"Awwww shucks... I don't have those on me yet."

*He snapped his fingers on the trade prospect he started and botched just like that... Or did he???*

"Hmmmm..."

*Michael pondered for a moment before having something in mind but made sure to ask Sorrel first.*

"Do you hunt and have a steady access of meat in your living here???"
William
*Sorrel thought for a moment, before shaking their head.* "No Sir, Meat is a rare treat for us. Unless its mice. We have plenty of those because SOMEONE—" *He looked at Lunar,* "—plays with her food." *The cat in his arms meowed, flicking her tail as if she were protested again his accusations.* "Plus, I can't exactly eat mice... Meat would be good..."
Andres
"Oh... Then you do need to learn how to hunt my dear. Living in the Shifting Forest is treacherous indeed to go out and about for long... But they do have easy edible wildlife."

"Well... On that note. I think I can— Actually mice can be a great delicacy... So long as it's a clean harvest. But there are ways to absolutely sanitize mice—"

*He did pause as he can't believe what he's hearing out of himself right now as someone who suddenly advocated the consumption of mice.*

"Well... Just eat them out of novelty or necessity I suppose."

*He looked at the serpent next... And the serpent suddenly hissed in retaliation.*

"How dare you try to say no after trying to eat the cat here many times after I told you no???"

*He said to the snake calmly as the creature retreated its head and relented, to which the snake laid on the floor and bared its mouth and fangs open, lazily waiting for something to happen.*
William
*Sorrel couldn't help but chuckle as Lunar jumped off of his lap, wandering off somewhere.* "Well, if you're interested in getting anything, I would be willing to trade something for it. I'll accept pretty much anything you have to offer." *Sorrel offered, before standing up and looking around.* "Huh, she was right here... Maybe she got hungry?" *He muttered, before spotting his small cat returning with a FULL SIZED RAT. Lunar then sat it in front of the snake, before jumping up onto her owner's chair.*
Andres
"Awwww... Look at him, he caught you a rat. And it's full sized as well. Actually that rat looks quite delicious, we should cook it for—"

*The snake in revenge to the bapping he received earlier, sprung to life again, and scooted forward to gobble up the rat before it went back to being passive.*

"You vindictive—"

*He rolled his eyes and made him chomp on a jar as the serpent rolled his eyes again, and salivated to the jar, the glass glowing and steaming from the inside as it resists the corrosive effects of the venom he's being extracted right now.*

"That whole thing's going to take a while... So while we're waiting for that..."

*He then pulled out a small pouch from his pocket, and casted a spell to enlarge it. He then wrote something on a piece of paper and placed it in the bag.*

*The bag's interior became an empty void as Michael started rummaging inside the bag, with the inside now seemingly stretching far into a deep void.*

"Don't worry dear. Rigels are hard to come by to those who live in the Shifting Forest... So until you can decide on a more stable business model..."

*He would then start to take out something from the bag.*

*Cheese... Milk... Eggs... Butter... Various herbs and spices from the city, Kahlo, and Kazumaki... Some more dairy...*

"And then... Aha!!!"

*Meat. A whole assortment of them by the bulk. From the whole to the cured to the smoked. From chicken to seafood.*

*And speaking of chicken.*

"And then we move to..."

*He then pulled out two live chickens to which he held a surprised expression, having managed to wring two necks by the hand.*

"Okay... And a little bit of something from myself."

*Furthermore, some spare academy textbooks he kept. While the editions are note exactly to what's up to date... The revisions were not that far ahead so the knowledge in these books were not exactly too outdated. Basics and foundations in magic, basic to intermediate potion recipes, and ingredients and how to identify, harvest, and cultivate them.*

*And finally... A simple but well-crafted bow and a quiver of arrows.*

*With a final rummage around the bag... He would grab something inside the void and the bag would flash blue before it went back to being an upsized pouch.*

*He went back to his serpent and removed the jar as the snake hissed and laid there, a bit docile, as his master observed the contents of the jar... Very satisfied with the venom milking, he placed the jar of magical venom gently on the table.*

*Completing the trade with his gift of knowledge, a weapon to hunt, a month or two's worth of supplies, and quite honestly a year of spices max.*

*And an upsized, cute pouch and a jar of magical venom.*
William
*Sorrel seemed quite impressed with the amount of things, but they also seemed quite... Unsure of what to offer. He figured he'd have to get better at trading soon, so he could set prices and such, but Michael was giving him such a variety of things that he was unsure of what to give in return.* "Uhm... What exactly are you looking at in return for all of these?" *He questioned, watching as Lunar looked curiously at the supplies, as well as the new weapon.*
Andres
"One for the summer. One for the spring. One for the fall. And one for the winter."

*He explained to her a bit cryptically at first until he clarified himself.*

"...... I want you to give me four things that will remember you and your shop through the ages. Give me your best work. It could be what you have now... Or it can be soon. You may pay these four things to remember you at any time you feel inspired to send them so."

*He explained to her.*

"Although... This one seems quite a diamond among all these clothes you have in stock."

*He walked to a dress and picked it up.*

"Hmmmm... This should make a fine gift... And this suit... Ah, and this sweater also seems nice. Oh, but this wonderful blanket as well. You like this one don't you???"

*He asked his serpent familiar to which it only hissed once in response.*

*He reluctantly admits he likes to have it.*

"Yes. I shall take these among the four I want you to give to me."
William
*Sorrel nodded, smiling softly as they admired the dress Michael had chosen. One of their best works, a space themed ball gown covered in glittering stars. The suit was quite simple, on the otherhand, but very practical. The sweater was soft, perfect for chilly days in or outside, and the blanket? It was like being wrapped in a cloud. It could be seen as to why Sorrel was unsure how to price their wares.*
Andres
*Michael started to pack up everything he purchased from Sorrel as the serpent finally moved again and wandered around him as the warlock took one more look around the cabin and noticed the rays of dusk starting to settle in on the Shifting Forest. Which reminded him of something.*

"...... Funny how time seems to elude everyone, one way or another. Which makes working all the more either fulfilling or annoying."

*He gradually prepares himself for departure, having achieved satisfaction that he has done a good duty today, documenting new knowledge for the world, and it was a quaint but an exquisite one. Which made him feel less bad, having to acknowledge another competitor in the business... But it seemed to him that Sorrel's craft was well worth the price of admission. He felt that the young one deserved nice things as well.*

"Ah yes... I know not of your plans for the coming days. But I'd be prudent to remind you... Of the annual ball that will be hosted on the capital soon."

*He paused to ponder something before speaking again.*

"...... If you find it in your convenience to attend to the festivities in Celestia... Well... You may just market yourself in another magnum opus of yours and it will be good for your business. Have a potential market be prepared when you eventually decide to trade closer to the people..."

".... Just a suggestion."

*He would face Sorrel again and would give him an old fashioned bow.*

"I thank you again for your refuge and good business. I hope we may find each other in good health aligned ventures again dear."
William
*Sorrel nodded, smiling softly.* "I believe I am good, I don't like balls... Too busy. But I will go to town soon, maybe we shall meet again. Thank you for your business." *He hummed, seemed quite happy.*
Andres
*And with that, the mysterious yet generous man left the premises, leaving both with something they wanted.*