An old man with short gray hair, light stubble, and two fat lenses that fit into his glasses saw us and quickly stumbled over, revealing that he was just barely taller than us.
Petra giggled just a bit as he kind of looked like a goblin, but ignoring his appearance, he was a very nice guy who helped me to one of the vacant tables.
"I was just about to close, and here come two children… well, what do you need? You would have gone to the infirmary if you were sick, so tell me…." The man's eyes scanned my body. "Is it something related to magic?"
I slowly nodded, sweat covering my face so much that it began to drip from the bridge of my nose and down onto the freshly vacuumed carpets.
"I see…. Here, let me help you."
As the man helped me down an aisle, I directed myself in, I felt my nose tingle, and my eyes began to water.
