"Argh, my head still hurts." The figure of a gray-haired, wrinkled-faced old man could be seen. He had his hands on his head, raising himself from the surface of the desk he slept on.
"Has she slept already?" His eyes scanned the room, finally stopping on the young girl who could be seen fast asleep on a bed of scrolls.
'She was harder to convince than Alicia— still two bothersome girls.'
*YAWWN!
He had pretended to sleep off, yet surfing on the river of sleep, he never expected to fall in and now the drowsiness still lingered behind.
'Knowledge sure was good, yet in such a young mind was simply cruel." He thought, recalling his conversation before he'd slept off — a real struggle he hadn't faced in ages.
'It wasn't as if I felt inferior to the child in her twenties, just because she knew more than me. Though that still did hit hard, being dumbfounded by the questions she threw at him.'
