Weird Old Man

"Who are you?" asked an old man with wide eyes and trembling fingers as he held the lantern.

The old man emerged from the doorway which was as dark as an Empty Room. Ashnard didn't know how the room got that dark, he thought if it was a warehouse or a basement.

"Those uniforms … you're from the academy, right? Go away. My shop isn't a place for little kids like all of you," he shooed away. "This shop is old and dusty. There are no pleasant words for young people like you to use. I don't know what your real purpose is here. If you want to make fun of me, I'm used to it. 'Old Man Smelly, Lonely Old Man, Trash Shop Owner. Weird Old Man'. They are very good at giving nicknames. Even though this city was already very peaceful before the arrival of you academy students like you ...." The old man kept muttering and grumbling to himself while walking with a stick to his seat at the counter.