"I sell nothing that would interest a duplicitous man like you," he says tersely, taking a seat at his workbench behind the counter. The shop isn't closed today (although he is strongly considering it). He has a new piece he's working on using some of the labradorite that the boy, Walter, had given him some time ago. Yet he cannot quite concentrate with Ardyn's ghostly form wandering his shop.

"I make jewellery for those with wealth, and potions for the ailing."