As the story finished, and the mist cleared as well, but the audience did not. The adults who wore better clothes than the beggar and the children seemed to have agreed on a pact with themselves and joined together, leaving the others still at the ground.
The bard did not leave, sat as if waiting for something. The rest of the audience was the same. They sat under the warm sun after the storm yesterday. Even without that, it was the season of cold. Warming themselves in the sun was the hobby of many people.
Like his aunt Anna, for instance. But there appeared to be some more reason to still be here, and about a couple of minutes, Wrik understood what they were waiting for.
