"Gray mist! Industry! And... delicious crispy shrimp cake!"
In the misty morning, beside the somewhat busy street, Dudel's energetic voice rang out, seemingly always full of vitality.
"Hey! Boss, you listen to this too?"
Bologue rummaged through the dusty shelves, listening to Dudel's signature opening line on the radio, and asked the boss.
"Of course, there aren't many music stations in Opus."
The boss stood behind the counter, adjusting the radio to make Dudel's voice clearer.
"You should know, when I was young, I was a guitarist in a band."
He boasted, stepping aside to reveal the guitar placed behind the counter. That guitar was incongruous with the old goods store; everything else was dust-laden, but it was polished bright.
"Looks nice, can I touch it?" Bologue asked.
"No way, it's not for sale, just look." The boss smiled and refused Bologue.
