When Green entered Yellow Sand Camp, he immediately drew plenty of attention. About seven or eight entirely different lifeforms poked their heads out from tents or rooms, cautiously watching him.
Green looked around the camp as well. It was terribly crude, hardly any different from a refugee camp. Even with his perception restricted, he could tell with his naked eyes that there were almost no powerful beings here.
The Lion-Man, nearly three meters tall, seemed to be the strongest being in the entire camp.
Led by the Lion-Man, the group made their way to the center of the camp. There stood a crude, oversized tent, and Green could even see where it had been patched and mended.
Still, the buildings around it blocked the howling wind, so the tent hadn't taken too much of a beating.
"Our conditions are a little rough. Please don't take offense, Mr. Evil Eye!" Once they were inside the tent, the Lion-Man found a place to sit and spoke to Green.
"It's fine. That's just how the Spacetime Prison is!" Green waved a hand.
"Let's talk trade. I offer two kinds of exchanges: supplies for supplies, and information for supplies!"
"You can trade supplies you don't need with me. For information, I'll trade supplies in exchange for information related to the Spacetime Prison!"
Green got straight to the point.
At his words, the Lion-Man and the two other lifeforms began talking among themselves.
"Mr. Evil Eye, we'd like to trade information first. How would that work?" The Lion-Man's words stirred a trace of excitement in Green. Resources were easy for him to obtain; information was far more important. He kept that excitement off his face, though.
"You can tell me part of the information, and I'll judge its value. Once we reach an agreement, we'll