"Welcome to the 'Immortal Spark.'..." San Fran said monotonously for the umpteenth time in a day. In a day? He doesn't know. Unfortunately, there is no such thing as day and night in the Betweenworld. "What do you want to buy..or trade for a skint.."

He stretched out without any enthusiasm, resting his chin in his own palm and resting his elbow on the counter. The elf cast his gaze toward the door and his face lit up a bit. Lololowka! Finally, a familiar face and someone to talk to and tell him everything that happened with San Fran today!

"Aahhh..~ Hey, 'newcomer'. What brings you here this time? Business, or FINALLY, just to chat?"