That was a familiar voice. It sounded suspiciously like Beleth. They did seem to always run into each other when something was having a supernatural temper tantrum. But she wasn't taking off the mask and far be it from him to ruin the illusion of anonymity on a day like this.

"I am sure they will learn the errors of undercharging," he remarked, with just a slightly amused lilt to his tone.

He pulled the horrible snarling fox mask to the side of his head so he could see better, and inspected the shattered pottery behind him. He picked up a piece, turning it over curiously.

"I wonder what has it so enraged,"