It all made sense right now to Xaloc, the mystery of the Dream Dust and of their habits of diving into strangers' dreams the moment they met them, they were searching for information. It was something that people who had these divinities should be able to do flawlessly, after all, he had done it at Kome.
But to turn it into a business that brought money and made them have several ties to the rich, building auction houses and luxurious rest houses, he had never thought of it before. Did he feel that they were doing something terrible and condemn them for it?
Honestly, he did not care as long as they could help him feel his grandfather, he didn't want anything to do with them.
Xaloc was not looking for a community.
"I want to buy information."
"Oh? What sort of information?" The old man didn't even raise his head as he asked.
