[It's late morning, and I'm making my rounds of town. No luck yet, but I'm undeterred: I know I'll find somebody who's seen my uncle if I just keep looking!
No bell chimes when I push open the door, the sound of wood creaking instead meeting my ears. But that's okay; this is a book shop. Surely a place that holds knowledge will hold a knowledgeable person, right?
This guy looks like he fits the bill, too, reading the morning paper like a conscientious citizen.]
[let's assume this takes place before the Deanthread, yes?]
No bell chimes when I push open the door, the sound of wood creaking instead meeting my ears. But that's okay; this is a book shop. Surely a place that holds knowledge will hold a knowledgeable person, right?
This guy looks like he fits the bill, too, reading the morning paper like a conscientious citizen.]
Say, mister. D'you mind if I ask you a question?