The old man looked at the things that were kept on the round table. A dagger and a crown that belongs to the family Dragomar. he walked to and fro in the room, didn't know what to do or where to go. All he was thinking, 'where are the kids.' He has served the Dragomar's for a long time. Living alone without any family, the kids of the Kingdom were like his children to him. He picked up both the things and placed them under his shirt. He then came out of the room and walked down to the dining hall of the motel. When he walked towards the door to leave the motel, the woman of the motel stopped him.
"Old man. Stop." The woman shouts from the counter and rushed towards him.
"Are you talking to me?" The old man asked.
"Yes." You cannot leave until any of those kids comes to take you.
"Who told you that? Where are kids?" The old man asked.
"I don't you. I cannot let you go. You have to stay here." The lady said.
