"How is their living environment?" Malin asked.
"They don't need a pot for fluid food," Mars replied succinctly, hitting the nail on the head.
This made Malin feel better, and he abandoned the idea of setting fire to everything. Instead, he opened the gate wide and waved to the little ones.
So the little Rat-men rushed over with carts and jars, and the leading Rat-man bowed deeply in front of Malin, almost touching his feet: "Thank you, mighty sir."
"Are you locals or did you come from the Western Human World?" Malin inquired.
"Locals. Why do you ask that question, sir?" The little one was somewhat surprised. Malin smiled and waved his hand, so the little one didn't ask further but immediately joined the festive Sequence.
"Is this how fresh goods come into the black market?" Malin looked at Mars.
