The Story of the Storyteller
After most of the people in the surroundings of that establishment began to disperse, Minos finally got a better look at that storyteller.
And while carrying a plate with some meat skewers in his hand, this young man made his way towards that person's table, interested in what he had just heard.
"Can I sit here?" He asked that individual as he waved one of his hands in the direction of one of the three free chairs around that table.
That man then looked at the young man who wore a golden mask on his face and consented with a nod of his head.
"What is your name?" Minos asked after he settled down and lifted part of his mask so that he could eat the smelling meat.
"You're not from around here, huh..." The man murmured before finally looking curiously at the person in front of him and answering. "My name is Grant."
"Hmm..."