Preparing to dish out a whole ton of desserts, Sven heard some NPCs with their casual chitchat. It was meant to let players in on a few tips and tricks by listening to the idle gossip, but this time, it did lead him to strike gold. He entered the shop silently and looked around with a tall, straight posture, before noticing the woman behind the counter. With a natural smile, he walked on over and offered three whole thousand Col. That... was at least a lot from Sven's metrics, given how little he made- none, as of yet. "You wouldn't happen to be selling three Crafter's Respites for this much,