Under Gauss's "escort," the Tiefling boy smoothly entered the grocery store.
Gauss watched him picking and choosing among a pile of trinkets.
"What's your name?"
"Are you talking to me, sir?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Dreil, my name is Dreil."
Dreil sneakily lifted his head and stole a few glances at Gauss.
It was the first time someone of such noble status had proactively inquired about his name, making him feel a bit flattered.
"Not enough money?"
Gauss saw that he was selecting toys among the cheapest second-hand cotton dolls and caught his hesitant expression, so he spoke up.
One of the more delicately made rabbit dolls, Gauss had seen him pick up and put down several times.
"I'll keep looking." Dreil didn't answer directly.
"Take this one then."
Gauss took the light red doll himself.
"If you're short on money, I can help cover a bit."
