[The longer he listens, the more Saelfen wonders if this cracked mirror is worth anything to him. His hatred for his family is truly what drives him, what motivates him to keep going despite all odds. While he makes every effort to hide his past from others, the scars his family left on him are undeniable.

However, does it make sense to keep such an item? To hold onto the hurt? Saelfen shook his head. He must convince himself to sell the cursed mirror.]

Perhaps you're right. [He mutters under his breath.] The faster I sell this, the faster I can find my way out of "here".

[It's unclear whether he is referring to the night market or something from his past. Nonetheless, he heads over to the next stall to see what this seller has to offer. He then turns to face the blonde, his gaze full of curiosity.]

Are you searching for any other items besides that conch?