Lending A Hand.

Valerian spent one more day inside the room before he could finally move. Wen would come in the morning and help him to the washroom in this one week. He was grateful to this grumpy young man. Zen arranged a pair of clothes for him. Although not picky, he could not help but take a few hours to get used to the coarse, itchy clothes. Beggars could not be choosers. 

During this one week in this place, he got to learn a lot of things from Zen. This place was a remote village where life was slow, and the people were mostly farmers and earned a livelihood by selling their produce to the merchants every six months. 

Valerian had expressed his wish to travel this world and go to the place where he could gather more information. Zen smiled and told him that the place he should visit was the City Of Arcane.