You work as a merchant.

Standing at a small table, you wait for someone to come to you. You carefully adjusted the pistol lying with other weapons and supplies on the table, and a purple torch stood nearby, dimly illuminating the small room.

And then, finally, the door abruptly opened and a man with light brown hair entered, breathing heavily. He locked the door behind him and walked leisurely up to your table.

Of course it's Leon; you know him; he's bought a few items from you before.

Leon leaned his hands on the edges of your table, trying to catch his breath, and finally asked, without looking up at you:

"Any discounts?"