Oscar stared into the window as Maddonis worked, though he wasn't watching him. He was leering into the finely crafted faces of the clocks, keeping track of the time. It was important for the shop keeper to feel secure, the higher his spirits the more they'll be crushed when shit hits the fan. Oscar couldn't wait to see his hopelessness through his tear filled eyes. It was that moment of anticipation that brought Oscar a moment of clarity, where upon he realized that he was kinda fucked up. Like holy shit maybe he should see a councilor about this--oh well until then...

A bell above the door rang as Oscar entered, bringing the old man's gaze away from Maddonis. He greeted Oscar, who responded half-heartedly as he lingered in front of the door. The old man said something to Maddonis, and during that moment of distraction Oscar locked the door. There, now this should be cut and dry. 

Oscar pretended to browse, looking over the old clocks as he made his way to the front. The old man had long since returned behind the counter, and waved as Oscar approached. "Need anything son? I'm here to help if I can." Oscar smiled to the old man, "Thanks, maybe in a bit. How long have you been carving?" The two chatted for a bit, with the old man sharing his Galar origin and presenting Oscar with some of his favorite small pieces. 

While clutching a small carved clock Oscar continued casual conversation, "So why Slateport? What drew you here?" The old man rubbed his moustache, "Well I heard this was a prosperous city. I was hoping I could earn some prosperity myself hoho!" Oscar nodded, "That's certainly true, though success brings its fair share of troubles. It could be rather unsafe here in Slateport." The man chuckled, "I heard that as well, luckily my son is a capable trainer who can protect us." Oscar raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Where is he?" Hopefully not here...

"He's just grabbing some supplies uptown, he'll be back in time for the rush don't you worry." Oscar sneered, "That's good to hear. Though, having a capable trainer on hand isn't always enough. Sometimes trouble just forces its way into your life you know? Now, my associates and I offer a service. He have taken it upon ourselves to keep the market safe from harm, for a fee from the local merchants of course. In order to keep you and your son safe, I would strongly recommend contributing to the fee." 

The man seemed taken aback, not entirely sure how to respond. Eventually he spoke, "W-well that's very kind of you to offer, but like I said my son--" Oscar dropped the clock in his hand, using his boot to smash it. Any cheer left in the man's face drained. Oscar leaned into the counter, gazing into the man's shivering eyes. "How can your son protect you if he isn't here?"

Oscar turned his head to the side, looking to Maddonis. "You don't seem to comprehend your predicament good sir." This was Maddonis's cue to make the message clear: They weren't going to take no for an answer. 

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