First of all, he was surprised the information wasn't digital, it came in hard copies.
And second of all, he couldn't explain the nagging feeling that something was amiss.
Everything about Ozink reminded him of all the crooks he'd met in his past life. And one thing they all had in common? They never gave anything out for free.
Seeing the ogre show the same traits, he couldn't help the thought but feel that he'd been scammed.
But Tarkan didn't have the time to verify that. He was in a hurry.
He went and checked the books that had been traded to him. He couldn't help but shake his head in approval, it looked like good stuff.
After flipping a few pages and confirming the quality, he picked all the books up in his hands. Even though the ogres were much shorter than Tarkan and had needed both arms to carry them, he managed to hold everything alone.
Tarkan wasn't willing to use his storage in front of them, and he didn't plan on letting anyone become aware of it.
