It was a sunny day in Amber Isle, You were just back from collecting various resources to serve as crafting materials to sell... As you crafted, A soft sound of a bell rang, it was coming from the front door of your shop. It Was Mayor Clawsworth! He gives you a nod to greet you... He wasn't always the kind type of Paleofolk, much less a talkative one. He couldn't help but notice you were just opening, the sun was barely out after all. You could see him walk gently towards the counter, holding his back as he walked. Then, he spoke up in that same deep, firm voice of his

"Not much business these days, Eh Kid? Will ya ever be able to clear off your debts like this...? Let alone fill this Isle with guests just like the good ol' days?"

Clawsworth shook his head in a bit of disappointment, but he did know you had no control over the market... so he just Sighed

"I dont mean anything bad by it, but I just hope you can be able to fulfill your promises, kid... This world is very unforgiving, eh?"