Andrew did not talk to Metro until he asked him what the purple terrain was.
"That's called the Corruption," sighed Andrew, "Never go there."
"Why?" Metro asked as he reclined on his chair.
"It's corrupted and the creature that live there are disgusting," muttered Andrew as he left the room.
Later that day, while Metro was out on the daisy fields, a voice spoke behind him.
"Ah. Metro909, I've heard good things about you."
Metro whirled around and brought his spear out in defense. The voice was one of a white-bearded man in a brown overcoat. He wore faded blue pants and a beret with a feather stuck on it.
"Oi!" he said in an alarmed voice, "Sorry I sneaked up to you but could you please point that thing somewhere else!"
"Oops," apologized Metro as he lowered his spear, "It's just I have been a bit traumatized by a giant eye, mouth, whatever you call it."
Metro looked at the man in a curious way, "Have I seen you before?"
"No, I'm the merchant. Name's Frank. By the way, you want to buy a knife?"
The fact that Frank was very casual in talking about deadly weapons scared Metro.
"I've got piggy banks, marshmallows and tin axes too if you're interested," Frank pressed on.
"Sorry Frank," apologized Metro with a tinge of annoyance, "I'm not in a buying mood. By the way, is there something you want to tell me because you can make yourself at home in Andrew's tree house?"
"Ah yes. For more serious matters, there is a message that you need to pass for me to the Old man of the dungeon. You've heard of him?"
"Nah been here for two days."
"Oh, he's residence is in the east," said Frank as he pointed his finger towards the Corruption.
"But that's the direction of the Corrup-"
But Frank ignored Metro and walked over to Andrew's tree house. Metro looked annoyed at the merchant.
"Oh well I better get going," muttered Metro as he walked to the purple barren landscape.