The Trade Deal Between Stonemen and the Witch World

Magna was taken aback. He hadn't expected to meet a Stoneman who could speak his language.

It was not even some crude dialect. Its voice still sounded strange, like stones grinding against each other, but the words were clear and properly formed.

Magna quickly collected himself and hid his surprise. He slightly lowered his head in greeting, following the etiquette he had learned.

"Hello. I'm Magna."

He also walked inside. Seeing no reason to be afraid, he started inspecting the room more closely.

There wasn't much to see. The place was filled with stone spears, neatly lined up on stone shelves. Other than that, there wasn't even any basic furniture or anything else that could normally be found inside a home.

While Magna curiously looked around, the Stoneman lowered its head again. It slowly continued rubbing the stone against the spear in its hands.