The young man who approaches to stand beside him carries himself with far more importance than his appearance supports. Owain slaps Doji on the shoulder in what he thinks is a friendly gesture and talks loudly, seeming without care that they are all close enough to hear things clearly.

"Hail, shop keeper. The man here just wants a sample of your fine wares. I am sure if no coin is produced, I can offer my services in return. A fair trade and barter if you would, from a legendary hero to you."

Owain grins and poses, his hand in front of his face. There is no sign of shame over how ridiculous this actually looks on a swordsman like himself.

"For this hand holds within the power to create and destroy. I can mend your shop or lay waste to the entire continent. Only through sheer willpower can I keep it from following through with the latter."