Are
"Far vel, Adam, glorious drunkard, I'll tell tales of how I met you before you became world famous." Are said and gave his shoulder a squeeze before getting up and on soft soles leave the little nook behind. The winding corridors took a fair few moments to navigate, but as soon as the musty smell of mold and old parchment was left behind he breathed a sigh of relief and chilling air. As the chilling night enveloped him he wrapped his aching body in the cloak and pulled up the hood.
The cobbler smiled all the way home. Friends seemed to just drop out of the sky as he stumbled through it.
The cobbler smiled all the way home. Friends seemed to just drop out of the sky as he stumbled through it.
