The streets of the Varish were dark except for little troche lights, some were crowdy, others barley inhabited by people
Richard the young reader walked dragging his rob alongside his backpack, he reached a loud place, a bakery were people seated themselves comfortable
"Thanks, old man" he thought to himself walking inside
Drinks and bread were the only things to be handed from one table to another, Richard walked in between the shoulders pathing through to the owner
"Welcome new face" said the bald man, the only hair he had was his beard's, black of colour it was
Richard went to the counter saying "seeing how many customers there is, this is no humble bakery"
"Well, it is not me, but them" said the bald man showing him the table full of bread, it was a piece of art
"A lord's dinner!" said the Richard amused
"It is just something I like doing, so? What brought you gentleman here, I see you have weird grey robe, a foreigner?" said the bald man
"A trade did, I came here from the big market with curiosity about the Varish," said the boy
"I always wished to visit it; luck was never by my side sadly" replied the bald man as he offered his hand to shake the boy's "My name is Brian"
Shaking the baker's hand the young reader replied "Richard"
"Good to meet you, Richard, well? You want a taste?" said Brian
"I had a meal already, I want to rent a room instead," said Richard
"Three silvers it is" replied Brian
Richard reached into his rob, and without making much noise of his wealth, he pulled out his pay
"I guess that will do?" said Richard
Brain took it while saying "the first day's meal is on the house," he turned around and called "Marya! We have a guest" a young girl went out of the baking part; she seemed to be his daughter, the black hair and the eyes
"This young man is renting a room on the second floor; take good care of him, "said Brian
"Let's go" said Marya removing the gloves and walking forward
Reaching the second floor she handed him a key and said "This is your room; we close the doors after midnight so be sure to be back before that"
"I will be sure to" said Richard as she left going back downstairs
Walking inside the room had nothing more than a table with a chair, a closet and a bed, but for him that was plenty
Putting his backpack down he took out his clothes, books and papers, putting each in their place
His bed's window facing a dark alleyway, barely made any noise reach him, although some light was down by the street, putting his head down all the tired muscles went asleep
The next day, Marya the daughter of Brain was walking upstairs, in her hands breakfast was ready, as she knocked expecting him to be asleep, he opened the door immediately
Taking the breakfast with hast he closed the door, getting ready he had a grinny smile, he devoured whatever laid upon him as if it was stolen, taking the dirty plates alongside him, he took his backpack downstairs
"Good morning, Brian, I see you're late, "said Richard
"You're the one who's early"
Richard left him with the dirty stuff walking through the door
Staring at the wood going in and out Brian spoke to his daughter "So? What do you think"
She inserted some bread beside her father she said "he will be disappointed; he should've made his way somewhere else"
"We will never know until we try," said Brian
He walked the streets, people opening their shops already, horse carriages started to move around
Finally, he sat foot in the market, a bit deep inside he found an empty spot, spreading his books on the ground, alongside papers painted on them what every section is about,
- the Kazar kingdom
- beyond the sea
-The moon
-An everlasting night
Each of these books had multiple copies, time passed, more merchants came, sold, and went away, the sun reached the pinnacle of the blue tent that covers it all, and yet the books sank deeper into the ground, dust was their only guest
People passed, he tried luring them in, calling them with a silver tongue, although his was of rusty iron, over and over he called people to take a taste, but his offer was not interesting
Richard sat there, one hand on his cheek, while the other was resting by his side, he became the pillow of his own body, for boredom's fangs struck deep into his soul
As disappointment continued to shade him from the blazing sun, a woman with a little basket stopped by, inspecting his goods, excitement filled him as he stood up startling her
"Would you like to have a fantasy taste my lady?" said Richard standing up, "Or do you wish the secret techniques for cooking in the Kazar's?"
She seemed anxious as she spoke "I am sorry, but you don't seem to have; table paper?" lowering her voice with each word
Staring into her eyes, or more into her soul, his tired face had obvious feelings, annoyed, angry, exhausted, as she noticed that fearing any harm she spoke saying
"I… guess not, I will be going my way then" as she walked in a rush, her eyes kept watch on him checking if Richard had moved an inch
He sat back down, staring the skies
"What, I am I doing wrong?" the sun slowly creeped into the book, he stared down noticing it was time," I guess it is time to go then" he packed his stuff, took a piece of bread out, and wanted to head back home
As he wanted to take a bite, in the small alley that was in front of his good he saw a little eye inspecting him, dirty face while the body hid in the dark
The curios eyes kept watch on the bread
He walked forward as the little child fled, putting the piece of bread nearby it he moved back
A hand took it in haste as running a running sound was heard
"I won't be eating until it falls dark then" he said as he walked off
Entering the bakery Brian saw him, wanting to greet him he noticed his back still as full as it was
"Certainly, it is not filled with riches?" said Brian
"You know how it is, everything takes time, no art happens overnight" replied Richard, as his stomach growled
"Someone haven't had their meal yet?" asked Brian noticing it
"Things happened" said Richard as Brian packed him some pieces of bread
"Will you be needing a table?" asked Brian
"I will be eating it in my room" replied Richard taking his food upstairs
Sitting on his bed and having his little meal, his brain sank in thoughts, "Maybe? I am doing it wrong?" he asked himself
He stopped eating putting the plates aside, taking out a paper he started his work on it, whatever idea he had, excitement coloured his eyes anew