As he was happy about his unexpected discovery Alan still managed to keep his calm as Marks was in front of him and did not want any kind of trouble. The only discomfort he was dealing with was the pain in his butts given to him by the rough roads.

While dealing with the rough roads and the pain, he reached the market. The view in front of him looked like it came directly from a set of medieval period, people selling their goods on both sides of the roads, children playing around, soldiers walking around doing their regular petrol and people of different styles and people of all kinds walking around.

"Stop the carriage" said Alan with a flat tone, he wanted to know more about the world and it was better to have first hand experience and he was no longer able to endure the pain in his butts.

The view in front of him was something he could only dream of, houses made of stone and wood , a well at the center of the market and fresh wind blowing making him feel refreshed.

With a positive feeling he started to walk around the market. Marks was walking behind him.

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The freshness ended with the whisper of the people around him.

All kinds of insults landed in his ear, but all that it could do was to make him a bit uneasy while all this was happening. It struck him that it was his body not particularly him, while consoling himself he continued to browse around. The whole scenario was too difficult to understand.

With all this happening he reached in front of a taravan, The Bell was written on a wooden board, with steady steps he entered the taravan.

A faint scent of alcohol entered his nose, people here and there eating and drinking, enjoying their company.

Adams' coming was certainly not felt being welcomed there, with his one step in the taravan the whole vibe of the place turned quiet.

Only faint whispers could be heard floating around.

“Seriously, these whispers are more annoying than the mosquitoes at summer night” with the bitter memories of the summer he sat at a corner of the restaurant,

After settling down an old man approached him.