Afternoon, Pennington street.
Grey clouds covered the sky, not letting a single beam of light shine through. It was a gloomy day.
Inside Dolphin Antiques, old man Gregor languidly sat in the chair behind the table. He seemed to be dozing off with his head tilted.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar footstep from outside the door.
"Garen?" the old man opened one of his eyes and asked listlessly. "Look at what time it is! I thought you weren’t coming today." He pointed at a white narrow-necked vase with two ear-like handles. "This is your mission for the afternoon, go take a closer look. Give me your appraisal report after."
Garen walked through the door in a red sports suit. When he saw the old man’s lazy attitude, he rolled his eyes and shook his head in silence. He walked up and reached out to take the vase.
All of a sudden, he flipped his fingers and launched what seemed to be a black line.