The elder of the Seed Store finally turned his gaze to the black-robed old man, the source of all the commotion. The black-robed man met his gaze, and for a moment, the atmosphere froze. The air between them felt tense, like two mountains standing face to face, waiting to see which one would move first.
"Well then…" the elder of the Seed Store finally said in a calm tone, breaking the silence. There was no anger on his face, only a dominating tranquility, like a vast ocean unshaken by storms. He glanced briefly at his own robe, flicking it lightly as if by reflex, before returning his gaze to the black-robed man.
"I will consider this matter resolved," he continued in a flat tone, "if you provide compensation in the form of one heaven-grade artifact and five pure-grade artifacts."