Chapter 18: Robert

It was an old myth. Something that had been proven wrong more than once. And yet, there was something about people knocking on your door wearing the porcelain masks of the Dark Emporium that made people open their doors.

After all, as legend had it, only those invited could go to the Emporium. And once there, they could pick whatever they wanted.

For free!

But that was just the first item. Something I was going to stress to the giant… with the goal of not learning how to fly.

"Welcome," his voice was like a thunder which threatened that the tree next to you was going to take you to the underworld.

Still, I rather liked him!

His hair was clean, with a shine to it. A lovely dark brown. His beard was trimmed. He looked so as if he slept well. No rings under his eyes.

That was someone who knew how to live! Heck, I might manage to include him in the many festivals I was going to hold.