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"Give... whew... voluntarily..."
The shopkeeper silently watched Amon talking in his sleep with his head on the table for a while, then reached out and shook him awake.
Forced awake, Amon still had several marks pressed into his face by his sleeves. Still somewhat groggy, he instinctively asked the shopkeeper, "Will you sell that bracelet for eight soli?"
"Eight soli?" The shopkeeper chuckled and placed the wrapped gift box in Amon's arms. "I already told you I'd sell that bracelet to you for two soli. You don't need to offer so much."
"But wasn't there a lady willing to pay twelve soli just now?" Amon yawned, sounding a little resentful. "And you agreed."
A huge question mark seemed to appear on the shopkeeper's forehead. He looked around the shop, then back at the bleary-eyed Amon, and cautiously asked, "Were you dreaming? You're the only person who's wanted to buy this bracelet all afternoon. There wasn't any lady."
"After buying the wind chime and pendant, you suddenly said you were a little sleepy, then went over to the rest area and lay down on the table yourself."
Huh? Amon finally came fully awake. He looked around and was surprised to discover that it was already dark.
He had left home at around four, so he had actually slept for over an hour. He really was the only customer in the shop, too. He felt as though he had just had a rather hazy dream in which someone dressed in black had said something to him, but he had already forgotten most of it. He looked down at the box in his hands again and confirmed through his spiritual intuition that everything he had purchased was inside.
A High-Sequence Beyonder suddenly falling asleep or having a strange dream was something best