Sad and scared again

"How I love this city," Percival said. Then, taking off his drenched jacket, he walked on. Following him, Adelard couldn't stop watching his hair sway in the wind. Each sway of each hair seemed to him like some kind of magic. And so it went on until they stopped in front of a gray building. Behind the windows of this building one could see many books and people at typewriters. On the second floor several people could be seen arguing about something while looking out the window. Life in this building went on at a fast pace. And you could tell at once that it was a publishing house.

"Well, wish me luck. I'll be going," Percival said. It was only now that Adelard noticed the briefcase in his hand. "Can you wait for me here? Don't go anywhere."