The sun rose, and the next day arrived.
Richard and Bobbobovic, temporarily residing in their rented courtyard, had their gate door knocked on early in the morning.
"Bang Bang Bang!"
"Bang Bang Bang!"
"Ah—Ouch!"
Bobbobovic let out a huge yawn, rubbing out the greasy secretions of his eye glands—eye gunk, and sleepily made his way toward the door.
As he walked, he somewhat complained, "Who is it, knocking so early?"
Finally reaching the gate, with a "squeak" it opened, and Bobbobovic saw a young fellow standing outside next to a parked carriage. The fellow was in the uniform of the tavern he often ordered meals from, holding a heavy food box in his hand.
"What's this?" Bobbobovic was taken aback.
