He was not sure what it had meant.
“_Caveat emptor_.” such an interesting phrase that the stranger chose to whispered into his ear. He believed that it was Latin.
When he had looked back, the sojourner with the soft voice was already out of sight.
He sighed and turned to pay the merchant, “You value **nostalgia** right? I think this is enough.” He said, removing a few brass trinkets from his...