Mola smiled ambiguously, not responding to Andre's sarcasm.
"So, young ones, tell me..."
The raspy voice echoed within the cramped pawnshop, and her hunched figure cast an eerie shadow under the dim light:
"What are you seeking here?"
Ron cautiously observed the old woman's every move, particularly those sharp eyes, incongruously bright for her age.
"We are looking for a material called 'Sands of Time.'
He spoke frankly: "I've heard that you might know something about it."
Weeks ago, in pursuit of understanding the ways to advance the Time Guardian Pocket Watch, he had read in ancient texts about materials that could store Time Energy.
Among them was mentioned the rare substance known as 'Sands of Time.'
Mola grinned, revealing a few yellowing teeth, a peculiar glint flashing in her eyes:
"Sands of Time... such precious material. Do you know why it's so rare? Because it comes from the cracks in time, almost not belonging to our world."
