C111 Drunkard

Eustace casually glanced over the items at the street stall and began to feign interest, picking through them with an exaggerated air.

Arno couldn't help but chuckle. "What's there to choose from? It's all counterfeit. Anything you pick is the same."

Eztli chimed in, "Spending three thousand Cludon on a bunch of fakes? Have you lost your mind, Eustace?"

Ignoring their comments