@Fenrir
(Thanks for the heads up! Happy birthday to your brother🎉)
Ezra flicked his cloak hood up as he felt the first few drops onto his head and saw them darken the cobblestone roads around him. He pulled out the parchment he had haphazardly scribbled the address on. He hadn’t even let the ink dry before he scrambled upright and made his way through the archives and then the town. That same rushed behavior had now lead him to needing to squint at his notes. He looked up at the sign in front of the home and then back down at the paper, making sure he had the right address. Once he was one hundred percent sure the address’ matched, Ezra started up the small path that lead to the front doors. He knocked lightly, going against his first instinct to search around the home first for any way in or potential vantage points. Instead he focused on keeping a pleasant smile on his features, hoping to make a first good impression just until they could get to the topic of the book.
After a few moments, Ezra gently knocked again and cleared his throat. “Mr Rosenbloom? Forgive the intrusion but I read your book, I simply would like to discuss some of the choices made in here, if at all possible.” He called, leaning a bit to the left to peek through the window beside the door. “Or perhaps not.” Ezra muttered, seeing the dim room inside, littered with parchment and melted candles. Oddly enough, though it seemed empty, it also seemed cozy, well loved and lived in.
A slight frown twitched at his lips as he thought through his actions. What if this author had a family? What if this was their way of making money and supporting them. Surely someone seemingly this well off couldn’t possibly be alone. If that was the case then who was Ezra to question any of that? He would most likely end up bothering the family if he kept this up. “Oh Ez what have you gotten yourself into…” He muttered, looking back up towards the house before slowly stepping away, deciding it better for him to leave now instead of stick around and probably ruin this man’s life.
Not wanting to coop himself up in his chambers for the remainder of the day pondering on the book and his very impulsive actions, Ezra instead to take a bit of adventure through the village. Most of his time was spent at the capital, the heart of the kingdom doing tasks for his queen whenever needed. Rarely did he ever get some time to enjoy himself and explore the very place he lived. The first stop Ezra would be making was the local coffeehouse, desperately needing a pick-me-up to warm himself up. Though not terribly cold, the rain made the chill Ezra felt almost unbearable.
Coming upon the little cafe a few minutes of walking , Ezra shuffled inside, reveling in the wall of heat that hit him the moment he tugged open the door, a little bell above announcing his entrance.
“Archeviste,” An older man wiping down the counter greeted warmly as Ezra shrugged off his damp cloak and ruffled out his equally damp hair. “Theal.” Ezra replied, equally as happy to the older man as he was to be sheltered in warmth.
“Its been quite a while, dear friend, how have things been here?” He asked, settling into a booth and gratefully taking a menu from Theal.
“Busy but good.” The older man said with a satisfied smile as he took a moment to enjoy Ezra’s company. “And you? How has the tavern job been treating you?”
Ezra shrugged as he decided what to order and set the menu aside. “Its enjoyable I suppose. I certainly learn quite a bit about the town.” He winked teasingly.
Theal nodded with a huff and took the menu back. “Yes, that comes with the job I suppose. If you ever het tired of that, you’re more than welcome here. In the mean time, the regular?”
Ezra laughed, genuinely glad he had decided to stop by. “Yes, thank you.”