"I am not speaking nonsense. The items in your shop are beautiful, but they don't suit us wearing tribal jewelry. These items of yours fall off easily with movement."
In the jewelry store, Grass explained seriously.
Standing behind the counter was the Elf owner. His age couldn't be determined, and he was so angry at this straightforward beastman that his face turned green:
"These items would be considered top-tier in the entire Elf tribe; it's impossible that they aren't as good as your beastman jewelry! What do beastmen know about making jewelry!"
Thomas was extremely distressed, standing between the two: "She said your jewelry falls off easily during combat, not that it isn't beautiful."
The Elf shopkeeper was very unconvinced, looking at Grass from under his arm: "I heard it all! She said these items aren't as beautifully made as something named Lan!"
The beastman's physique was larger than the Elf's, so Thomas didn't completely block the Elf shopkeeper's line of sight...
