[Lesallia Surish]

She had been strolling by, checking out the new competition, and simply couldn't help overhearing. So, they wanted to have a contest, did they? They were so cute, these entrepreneurs.

"Well, I think it's just adorable," she said as she approached their little table. "You're all trying so hard, after all, it would just be the sweetest thing to see you all having a sale war. Isn't the market just so much fun?"

That weirdo Fakir was the first one to answer her. All the others were staring at her like spooked deer. He was either too stupid or too self-absorbed to be afraid of Lesallia and what she represented. Either way, he was a loser.

"Oh, look, dear friends, the titan has come to stamp all over your small-minded mortal plots. Whatever will you do?"

Titan? Just what was that supposed to mean? Who did he think he was, talking about her like that? This... this meant war.

"Okay, kids, here's the deal. We're in. Me, and Katrine, and Virgil. You may recognize us as actually owning real shops instead of pathetic little stalls? Oh, and we have air conditioning, too. Yeah. So, little Mr. Furball, sign us up. We're going to show you guys what it's like out here in the real world. I hope you're ready."