Chapter 106: The place where the sun doesn’t set
"We need some information," Ceremus said curtly.
The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow. "Information? What kind of information would you fine sirs be looking for?"
Atilla stepped forward to answer. "We are looking for someone we believe lives in these parts. We were wondering if you or anyone here would be familiar with him." As he spoke, the door behind the shopkeeper opened, revealing a younger man who bore a similar resemblance to the older man.
He looked momentarily startled to see them, particularly when he took in Ceremus' appearance, before regaining his composure.
"I see," the man responded as he took a cup from the tray next to him and wiped it dry. "Who is this man you are looking for?"
Atilla glanced at Ceremus as if asking for permission to answer, and the king nodded. The shopkeeper noted this slight interaction and wore a pensive expression.
"His name is Tiresias."
The old man froze, his fingers tightening around the cloth he had been wiping.
"Tiresias?" he repeated. "That old coot who lives in the mountains?"
The pair looked at him in surprise, and Atilla couldn't contain his excitement as he leaped over the counter, his gaze locked on the old man. "You know who he is?!"
Atilla's outburst startled the shopkeeper, but he nodded. "Yes, I know who he is, but finding him is a whole other matter," he said.