As the first sunlight of the day reached the building of Yothur Library, the guards unlocked the giant bronze door and welcomed a group of early-bird students who couldn't wait to get inside.
When most of the students had gone reading, a beautifully-crafted wooden carriage arrived at the library's door, as it always did at this hour.
But whoever was inside the vehicle did not come out.
A fat guard of the library approached it and lifted the curtain with a flattering smile. "You came a bit too early, Master Frey. She's not here yet."
The young man wearing a thick fur coat in the vehicle trembled and picked up a hand warmer. "Get away, idiot! Do you want me dead in this cold?"
Irritated, the guard released the curtain.
"Tell me when she arrives," Frey called.
"Will do."
The guard rolled his eyes. Then he returned to his post and saw his partner snickering at him.
