He was a short man with a somewhat sturdy figure. His skin was quite tan and his face looked a little gaunt. Not exactly the face of friendliness.
"Sir, I'm a student from Rowe Academy. I have had a long day looking for a room to rent, and I'm just resting here for a while. I'm sorry if I'm disturbing your business, but do you know any good places nearby for rent?" I tried to sound as polite as possible. This was his store, after all.
"No, now move! You're holding up my business!"
The old man hardly wanted to listen. He was dead set on shooing me away from his store. Even though it was irritating, was I really going to argue with an old man over something so petty?
"Alright, I'll leave."
I had no choice but to leave under the old man's sharp gaze. However, the man's unconscientious at
