They're- [He waves his hand and abandons the idiom.] Ah, forget it.

So you're gonna be a travelling salesman. Well, makes more sense than being just a travelling magic dogfighter like everybody else. You're damn young for it, though. Are you even eighteen?

[That list gets his interest, as much as he tries to hide it. His brow furrows at the end.]

Wait a minute. Are you working for one of those dirty cake shops?