Chocolate merchants

The peddlers followed Michael over to his house, with the Dragonborns and a few elderly locals of Neo Orcus trailing closely behind.

The whole walk, the peddlers couldn't help but stare at Michael's small stature. Despite everything, their minds still struggled with the sight—was this really happening, or was this some kind of illusion?

Once they were inside his home, Michael gestured for them to set down their rucksacks and make themselves comfortable on his couch.

"Forgive my rudeness," the veteran peddler began, unable to hold back any longer, "but are you really the owner of the Reborn company? How old are you? Did you stumble across some rejuvenating potion that turned you back into a child? Because I simply cannot understand!"

The veteran peddler let out all of his questions at once. He couldn't be blamed, the poor guy had been holding onto his curiosity for far too long.