Outside Anspia, a young gatekeeper inspected innumerable merchandise on a wagon. A mandatory procedure before the entrance was allowed. He examined each piece of the product carefully and gently as if an artist finalized his masterpiece. In essence, occasionally, he doubted his work and repeated it from the beginning to attain perfection. Consequently, the process took time, lots of time.
"... Yep, done, you may proceed…"
After slightly above an hour, the tiresome inspection came to an end. Then, the gatekeeper told the wagon's owner, a merchant, that he may enter the city. The former said it proudly, he was satisfied with the quality of his work and judgment.
"Thank you, for your hard work"
The merchant conveyed his gratitude and sent a smile at the guard. This was a carefully performed act to conceal his true impression, and his eyes were far from smiling. In reality, the merchant wanted nothing more than to shout; FINALLY! YOU SLOWPOKE!
