Chapter 274: Can You Play?
Rose stared at the woodwork in her palms. There was no doubt about it—this belonged to her father. However, she was sure this was not something she had seen him make, and it didn’t look too old. It must have been made in the past two months.
"You have sharp eyes," the old man who seemed to be the seller finally spoke.
Rose had been oblivious to his presence until he spoke. She jerked a little, lifting her head to look at him. He was pretty old and used a stick to walk. His clothes looked bigger than he was, and he looked like he had just wrapped fabrics around himself rather than wearing clothes.
"Where is this from?" she asked the man.
"Edenville," he said, and scratched his white beard. "It was difficult to get it here, not with the bandits on the way."
Rose heard whispering again, but as before, no one approached them. She looked at the carved object. It was a swallow. Swallows were her favorite birds. They were small and a little difficult, especially if she wanted to get all the details but it was something her father did easily.
Rose flipped it as she stared. There was no way she could be wrong. There was an almost identical one sitting in the drawer of a dresser in the estate.
"It’s pretty," Lady Deana said and leaned in for a closer look. "You sure you don’t want me to buy it from you?"
"I hear it is from a famous woodworker," the old man said, further advertising it.
Rose tried not to show any expression at this. Her father was pretty well known for his work in Edenville, but she was certainly surprised to hear someone call him famous.
"Did you bring it from Edenville?" Rose asked. She knew without a doubt who made it, but she was more curious about how this old man, who didn’t look like he could walk far, made it to Futherfield.
"Yes, the main roads are dangerous. It took me almost two weeks for a journey that wouldn’t have taken more than a few days."