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ouette, straining his eyes in an attempt to discern its features. The dim light made his task all the more challenging, causing a furrow of concentration to crease his forehead.
"But sir, it is a tempestuous storm," Horris ventured, a touch of concern lacing his words. "Should we not be closing the shop?"
"Nonsense, my boy," the old man replied, dismissing the notion with a wave of his hand. "Merely a downpour, nothing more. There is no cause for alarm."
Upon hearing his reassurance, Horris acquiesced and set about his duty, carefully tending to the lanterns he had extinguished moments ago. Positioned on each corner and two in the middle, these delicate sources of light began to radiate with renewed brilliance, casting a warm and inviting glow throughout the shop.
