I watched the leaving figure of Joseph for an extended time, standing before the entrance of the quarter. I knocked just to let him know I wasn't just wasting time, but only being polite.
Something that bastard needed to learn.
"Come in," a voice said in the native language of this world. Saarya taught me the basics of the native language for me to understand that much. Well, I could understand it a lot more than that.
I only entered when I found the fella covered a respectful distance.
the inside of the quarter was a one long hall room with things cramped together in an unorganised manner. Tables and shelves were full of all kinds of ingredients, emitting a pungent aroma that seemed to linger in the air.
