[Thoughtful hum...]

Yeah, that would've been nice. The Shopkeeper usually has stuff he can sell us, but he's dancing right now.

[Elsword's eyes are glued to the shadowy figures of the aforementioned Shopkeeper and Trader, twirling each other about in a dance to the music that's coming from fucking nowhere. He doesn't know how to unpack that. Just throw the whole suitcase out.]

This is the first bonfire we've ever had, though. Maybe next time...