Ever the same is your weather, I presume...
Cold and unerring all the same...
Why, I do suppose that we all do have our dislikes and likes in this world.
Even so, do I say this unto you, dear reader.
A good morning.
A good morning indeed.
Why, I do hope all is well with you.
Hmmm?
Indeed...
'Tis as I predicted...
Cold.
Even so, shall I continue the tale...
Why, we do have quite a ways ahead of us.
Ahem...
Now then, moving along...
Ah, yes...
Reginald Walter's very gift to the young lad.
A simple thing that he did offer to him is what one would imagine.
However...
Reginald: Here!
Most proudly did he say...
Presenting to the young lad what was in a simple glass vial...
Indeed...
A liquid golden in colour...
Why, it would pass as a gem in simpler eyes...
There he lay it to the lad...
Open arms proud and joyous as he would...
All the same...
Reginald: To you my dear lad, do I present to you but the finest in culinary arts. A mere sip of the finest of honeys, doused with nectar and herbs, the very most perfect of ingredients for any sort of cooking, eating... why, ... 'tis even good for beverages.
The very tonic of which he spoke found itself attached to a small golden chain...
The very sort of which to carry it with.
The very young lad's eyes did fall to it but for the very moments...
As the man continued the very adulation of the gift he lay before him...
Reginald: Why... to procure this, one must pass by the mountains of Thornbyrr, before climbing to the summit of the very second tallest peak, all before digging a hole, diving into the hidden crevice lying in between several rocks... After which...
A most long tale, I should say...
To take care and heed, my dear reader...
The very tale is very true...
Why, such tales are the sort of which that carry some sort of long explanation of sorts...
The very mountains and all that...
However, the very man remains one of those who is well aware of the state of things...
Even so...
Reginald: ... one must take full dive into the hole, never ceasing, never halting... why, the very man doing so may soon die, before he himself finally lands upon the ground, where he shall find... indeed! The very honey and only the very honey required to make this concoction.
Indeed.
Reginald: Why, the very other parts of this find themselves to be most the same in terms of how difficult they were to procure... to say nothing of combining them all.
'Twas then that he held the very artifact to his face...
Reginald: Why, the very concoction can also function as a sort of medicine for the suffering, I would say.
A gruff laughter followed his remark...
Reginald: And now, dear boy, for your efforts most valiant and strong...
Did he with a bow, surrender the very gift to the young lad...
Reginald: ... do I give this gift unto you.
Indeed...
With a bow and his hands opened forward, did the very man lay the gift before the lad's very eyes...
All the while with Fren Chavalier smiling as always...
Before...
The very young lad did indeed take it from him.
Why, I must say...
'Twas a slight kick of joy to the very Reginald that that did occur...
Even so, did Jake Phyr reply...
Jake: Thank you...
All so dry and blankly...
Before the very man placed his right hand to his torso and his left to his side...
A proper bow, one would say...
Reginald: The very pleasure remains mine, my dear lad.
Indeed.
Before lifting himself up with a smile...
And a proud one at that.
Indeed.
A most interesting fellow, I would say.
Fren: Ahahaha!
Did the very man who lead them follow...
Fren: A most exhilirating performance, my good man.
Reginald: Why, thank you my friend.
Did he say, following a small yet proper bow as well.
Reginald: Do save that trinket for only the best of meals. I assure you, by my name Reginald Walterson, that you shall not regret it!
Even so, why...
Was it then and there, that the very purveyor of literature amongst them would soon find himself thinking...
As to what exactly to give the very lad...
Fren: A very good gift, I would say.
Sharing a nod with his companion, did he say this...
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Fren: Come now, let us be off to the next of our compatriots, shall we?
The very lad said nothing...
As Fren oh-so jolly at heart did turn to his left, the very lad soon to follow...
Reginald: And a good day to you, my dear boy.
Tipping his hat off to him as he would...
All the same, did the very young lad walk with Fren...
Following him to...
Florian: W... welcome... my good sirs!
Indeed...
The carriage operated by the very Florian Addison...
Open doors, why, was his carriage filled with many a sort of literature...
Yes...
Many a novel...
Big and small, short and tall...
Even parchments of paper holding unto them short poems...
Really...
All that one may imagine...
Any form of literature, really...
Even so, many a sort of ink and a lamp here and there...
Why, was at the back of his very carriage to be seen...
A pen and a piece of paper...
Followed by a glass jar...
Of ink.
Fren: Florian, my good sir...
With open arms and an open smile did he say this all...
Fren: What do you have for us today?
Florian: Oh, well... you see...
The very man hurriedly searched with his eyes about his carriage...
Oh, do consider, dear reader...
What would a book enthusiast have to offer to a warrior?
Even so, why...
To offer him a novel...
'Twould fail to be the strangest thing, one may say...
Florian: Why, I do believe...
This he said as he gathered book after book, carrying them all in between his hands...
All before turning to face the young lad...
And thereof, why...
Did he trip and fall inside his own carriage...
Dropping every single one of them...
A most embarrassing thing, one would say...
Why...
Florian: Oh, I... I am so sorry, my good lad. I...
He soon began to pick himself up, hurriedly struggling with book after book...
Trying to pile them up as he would...
Jake undaunted...
Unmoving...
Failing to even so, even for a little bit, change his gesture...
All the same as...
Florian: Truly, my apologies...
The very man did soon after arise...
All the same, with every book he held by him...
And dropping them off onto the front of the carriage...
A slight thud following, as per usual.
Florian: Here!
The very man took a step besides his novels...
A very large and wide assortment, I would say...
Florian: These are...
With one more glance at the novels...
To be sure, I would say...
Florian: ... the very novel series written in full, all following the tales of Barbus the barbarian. All 17 volumes.
Indeed...
Seventeen different novels...
Following the tales of, well, he did say...
Do tell, dear reader...
Do you find yourself curious about the very messages of this tale?
Hmmm?
Well, a bit most obviously...
The very tales do follow the pursuits of the young man...
Barbus, his name...
As he follows through in his adventures, slaughtering man and woman alike...
All in hot pursuit of glory...
Honour, well, not in every novel, I would say...
Why, the very novel series is not merely a tale of horrid bloodshed and mallice...
But also, a tale following the pursuits of a man...
Searching for himself and his purpose in the world...
The very meaning of his existence...
Indeed.
A most philosophical novel.
Even so, I do go on...
The very book seller did look to his collection once more...
All fully and utterly assorted from top to bottom...
All in order, one would say...
As for the young lad, why...
He remained as unbothered and unmoved as ever...
And for the very Fren Chavalier...
Fren: Ahahaha!
A most jolly laugh...
Before...
Fren: A most generous gift, I should say...
Indeed.
Fren: Why, do fail to be fooled, my dear lad, ...
He turned to the young lad ever so slightly...
Fren: ... my good man Florian Addison..., why... the very man has gone to ever so great lengths to procure every novel you see here.
Indeed...
Fren: Why, the very man would even go to the darkest depths, hidden paths, dark tunnels unexplored by man... all for the very search of a good read.
Indeed...
Fren: Why, I have tried and failed but have never seen a book this man has never read before. Truly...
'Twas then that the very Florian did simply stare aghast, as they say...
The very book writers...
Before he did soon continue to add praise unto what he had said...
Fren: Even so, has he never failed to recommend to me a book I found most worthy of my time. Truly, I say... Truly...
Why, the very remarks did find the very Florian Addison somewhat...
Why, I do suppose that the word would fail to be mere surprise...
And as for the very man by the name of Fren Chavalier...
Why...
Fren: You shan't fail to be entertained by whatever he supposes that you read... why...
'Twas then that the very book seller did intervene...
Interrupting Fren Chavalier...
Saying simply...
Florian: Why, I do...
Taking the attention of the very man...
And also thereafter, pausing himself...
Before...
Florian: Wait just one moment, my dear lad.
Going to the very bottom of his carriage...
Metallic sounds following...
Florian: (thinking: Surely... I do have it somewhere here...)
As he threw thing after thing back and back away...
Before...
Florian: Now, I do say that you may read any book I have provided. However, ...
Did he soon find himself arising with...
Florian: I do believe that this... shall be to your liking.
And thereof, was the very thing a simple pen...
Yes.
Indeed.
Fren: A pen? My word?
Did he say in honest joy, as one would call it.
Florian: Indeed. A very...
'Twas then that he did, with a slight force, press his finger to its side...
Causing a small blade to come out from it's back side...
Fren: Oh...
Florian: ... bladed pen. One fit in such and such a way, that...
And thereof, did he with both hands slowly unwind the very instrument...
Causing it to come to two pieces...
Carefully, I should say...
For what followed was a drop or so of ink pouring...
All the same, as...
Florian: ... one may store ink on the inside, before using it to write just about anywhere...
Indeed...
A pen that stores ink...
Hmmm?
Why, your world truly must be wondrous for authors, I should say...
Why, to imagine the very pains oh-so many of them bear in this world...
Indeed...
Oh, should I really get on with describing it...
Ink that falls at the mere dousing with water...
Papers that easily burn...
Truly, to be an author is a discipline of sorts in this world, I may say...
To say nothing of the many other things that may go wrong...
Moving along...
Ah, yes...
The very bladed pen...
A pen utilised not merely for writing but also for battle...
Yes...
Although the very blade is merely say an inch or so tall...
Perhaps only a bit more than an inch...
Even so, why...
Is it only truly suited to the most dire of situations...
Where one may require to land a surprise attack.
Fern: My, my...
Florian: And also, for your ink, I shall have filled the pen with the sort of ink that never falls out... even to water.
Fern: Mmm hmm.
The very man with his boughs of jolly did nod once more...
Ever so happy to see this occur...
Florian: Why, I do imagine, seeing as you are a traveller, that the very nature of your life shall require that you sign document after document. Thereof, shall this pen find itself most useful.
Fern: Indeed. Indeed.
The very man with jolly agreed.
Florian: And so...
Why, did he somewhat awkwardly, but not fully so...
'Twas not his first time to bow, one would say...
Assume a posture most similar to that of Reginald Walterson...
Presenting the very apparatus to the lad...
Why, must I say...
That at this time, the very gift he had given was one quite rare in the lands...
Indeed...
'Tis most uncommon, such a thing, I'm afraid...
Yes...
A gift most uncommon...
Moving along...
Why, did the very man soon find himself standing up...
Most happy, I would say...
For mere seconds prior, the very lad did take the bladed pen...
And thereof...
Jake: Thank you...
As before...
Just as with Reginald Walterson...
As Fren Chavalier...
Fren: Why, Florian... such a proper gift, I should say...
Indeed...
Even so, did the very man clap his hands a few times...
Florian: Thank you, sir. 'Twas no trouble at all.
Yes...
Indeed...
Even so, why...
Fren: My word. Why... young lad, you really do have a proper set of gifts before you today.
Indeed.
Fren: Why, the very likes of which are especially hard to procure. Say, the very pen he just gave you. Why, I have never before seen anything like it.
The very words making Florian smile a good smile...
Fren: Even so, clothing to keep yourself covered... and also, from Reginald my good man, a concoction that serves not only your appetite, but also your well being. Dare I say, quite great gifts you are getting.
Indeed.
And of the very same why...
Had the very man by the name of Fren Chavalier already made it a sort of ideal about them then...
Indeed...
Merely by conceding, did young Jake Phyr now have to carry this man's gifts...
Alongside those of his friends...
Well, I do suppose that the very works of this one man were still yet to be seen...
However and even so, why...
Did he soon after bid his farewell to Florian...
Fern: A good gift, I say.
Florian: Thank you, sir. 'Twas no trouble at all.
Indeed, did he say that.
And thereafter, I do suppose that you are well aware of what continues the tale...
Why...
'Twas Madam Hathaway...
Indeed...
To the very right did he call the young lad...
Fren: Come with me, young lad. Why, I do believe that this carriage will most certainly blow you away.
Indeed...
Of they went, and thereof, off did the young lad go with him...
Silent, as before.
'Twas as they arrived that the very woman by the name of Victoria Hathaway found herself only making the final adjustments to the carriage...
Making it more presentable...
As also searching for a proper gift for the lad, having heard their words prior...
And thereof, had she already sorted out what she would give the boy.
Fren: And lastly but most certainly not the least...
'Twas as they arrived that the woman arose from the bottom of the carriage...
Not a smile to her at first...
Before smiling brightly as her name was mentioned...
Fren: ... Madam Hathaway.
Yes...
The very shop was one that sold weapons.
I do suppose that your imagination shan't fail you.
Indeed...
Axes here, arrows there...
Even so, a few concoctions here and there...
Be they paint, poison, and the very many other things that may have found themselves up and about...
Indeed...
Even so, blades of different sizes, obviously...
But also a whetstone and several small blades...
To say nothing of all the various things she carried...
The very blades for sharpening her own weaponry...
Indeed...
The carriage carrying the equipment for battle...
A battle carriage, if you...
Hmmm...
Time is up yet once more...
Very well then...
Do have a properly good time, dear reader...
Even in the cold, I would say...