"Who?!"
A deep voice emerged from within the island, followed by the black mist parting to reveal a narrow, deep path.
A tall man, draped in rotting hemp robes, slowly stepped out from within.
His body was tall, but covered with festering wounds, making him look quite eerie.
He was alive, yet emitted a strong sense of death.
Though he had only taken a few steps, he was suddenly on the shore.
The long-bearded man on the flying boat stroked his beard and smiled, "In every trade, there are rules. As for who wants this Rot Bone Flower... naturally, that's something that can't be disclosed."
"Hmm."
The man in hemp robes nodded, neither causing trouble nor daring to.
"How did you find out?"
The long-bearded man said directly, "He wants to buy four plants, old ghoul, do you sell or not?"
