Fawn Boulevard, with its marble buildings, cobbled walks, and grape vines, was a strange place for a quack to set up shop. Yet, the two saw the enchanter sitting on a carpet, harping his wares.

"Bottomless bags, half price!"

"Best fire enchantment bracelets out there, guaranteed to power ten fireballs, no personal mana needed!"

And so on and so forth. The two partners listened to him from a distance, before Morris turned to Leander.

"I doubt that he does it intentionally," the axe warrior could see that the enchanter was slightly downcast, despite his bright smile.

"He doesn't seem the type to dupe people, I agree," Leander still moved to the stall. Morris followed. The axe warrior's eyebrows rose when he noticed the mana around the items. He nudged Leander and leaned to whisper in his ear.

"These are the real deal," Leander looked at the items on the carpet. They looked well-made, too.

"Of course they are genuine," the enchanter seems to have heard them. He waved his hands around the items. "Dorian Serty sells only the best!"

"Well, the cashier at the guildhall item shop said the fake bottomless bag she tried to sell us was from here," Leander watched as the face of the enchanter fell. He sighed and bowed his head.

"I can't regulate who buys my wares and what they do with them, afterwards. I am not licensed, so I can't place a patent protection on the items. Everyone could disenchant them to learn the enchantment and then sell them to someone who can't tell a mana rich object from a rag," Leander felt bad for his tone, then.

"Does this hurt your sales?" Morris inquired, and the enchanter nodded.

"I still have some customers. But not many," then, the enchanter grabbed a bottomless bag and offered it to Morris. "But these are the real deal. You can go in, if you like. I will levitate you out."

Morris took the bag and placed his entire arm inside. He couldn't feel the bottom.

"No need, I believe you. Say, what does it take for you to get a patent? And how much does this bag cost?" Dorian's face lit up at that. He pointed at a sign that was by the other bags. Morris's eyes widened. Just twenty gold coins?

"Well, I will need to have been an adventurer contracted by the guild for at least ten years. But, my rank is F. No one wants me in the party. So, for a couple of months I went solo, but found I couldn't put food on the table, so I quit. I figured that some money here and there was better than the pocket change doing chores for people netted me," Leander nodded, understanding.

If Morris hadn't offered to party with him, Leander might be home by now.

"What class are you?" Leander asked. Dorian looked too lean to be a tank, but, maybe, he was?

"A tank. Shield wielder with a saber," Leander looked at Morris, who nodded.

"Well, it just so happens that we were looking for a tank. My rank is F too, but I am a healer. Morris is a rank B berserker," Leander nodded towards Morris, who turned around slightly so that Dorian could see the axe strapped to his bag.

"And, you want me in your party?" The enchanter sounded disbelieving at that, his eyes were shining, though.

"We will need to train a bit. In formations and the like," Morris clarified, and Dorian's smile became bigger. "You need more muscles on you, and Leander has to lose more weight. But I think that, in a month, our party could become rank C, and we can get cleared to go and delve in the out-of-town slime dungeon."

Dorian looked down at his wares and picked up another bottomless bag and handed it to Leander.

"If we are going dungeon delving, each of us needs his own bag. To not mix in the loot," Leander began shaking his head. Sure, they had more than the twenty gold coins, but the spare money could be put towards training. "I insist. You'd be surprised how cheap these are to make once one can make their own mana crystals."

"For real?" Morris was amazed. Mana crystals were hard to create. Because one had to cut the flow of their own mana and crystallize it. Then, they had to get the new crystal out of their system without tearing a chunk off their own souls. "Isn't it risky to make them?"

"I have been making them all my life. Honestly, I don't see what all the fuss is about," Dorian rubbed the back of his head, his cheeks slightly coloring red.

"That is spectacular, Dorian," Leander spoke, and he meant it. There were mages who ended up with half a soul after they attempted to make mana crystals. And Dorian was making them by the barrel.

"How about we help you sell all these, and we can go train?" Morris suggested, and Dorian looked down at his wares.

"People around here know me for a quack. It won't be easy," Morris was not giving up, though.

"Come one, come all! See what sick moves I can do with my axe!" Morris unsheathed his axe, jumped in the air, did a backflip, and brought the axe down in such an elegant arch that both Leander and Dorian ended up gaping.

A couple of girls came to chat and giggle, ogling Morris's movements and ah'ing and oh'ing every time he would do an axe maneuver. One of them began to look at the carpet with the wares, and she nudged the girl next to her.

"See? Bottomless bags, just twenty coins!" The tall girl next to her shook her head.

"This is the stand of the quack Dorian. They have a bottom," the girl giggled. Sprinted past Morris, who sidestepped her in one flowing motion, much to the amazement of the other girls, and she picked a bottomless bag and went inside.

"Wow, I am flying," came a shout from the bag and Dorian levitated his first customer out. As the day progressed, more girls came to ogle Morris, a lot of them checking out one item or the other.

As the sky became a red, gold, and orange canvas, there wasn't a single item left, and the three picked up the carpet and headed towards the guildhall.