Xaver had to listen to two people, the old man and the fairy on his should. He choose to awnser the old man. He knew that any answer to why very little people were would just be wrong. Xaver looked at the old man and spook. "I know who is coming, but he better bring a fucking army to stop me from kicking his ass and leaning his head on a pike." He said, then looked at shop. "So, what are you selling?"