"There's nothing here. Seems like they travelled around a bit before coming here. What is this?" Caleb wondered, opening a bottle.
Caleb quickly closed the bottle after a bad scent filled the air. "Don't open any more bottles."
"He's a deranged murderer, and you decide to open a bottle in his shop," Tyrion said, shaking his head. "I am starting to question the kind of men you employ, Duke Collins."
"I am starting to question it as well," Edgar said, staring at Caleb. "I'm going to get rid of that one."
"That one? All these years together, yet you won't use my name. I should quit!" Caleb declared.
Reed, who sat on a chair, was annoyed by Caleb's loud voice. "That's what he wants, you fool."
"If not for you two looking so alike, I wouldn't believe you are brothers," said Tyrion.
