Three?
"Senior, I would like to browse archery techniques appropriate for my level."
Ryu spoke maybe more politely than he had in his life. Though his voice was still tinged with the usual cold he had for strangers, its edges had softened somewhat.
This wasn't because he felt scared of the middle-aged man before him, but rather because he was understanding of the latter's plight. And, he was also feeling somewhat grateful that he had gained such a reminder so easily.
This was no longer Sacrum. Things would be far more difficult here.
The middle-aged man stood with a smile.
"Young master can just call me Old Man Balin, I am one of the three Deacons of this small shop. I'll take you to what you need right away."
Those on the ground floor of the merchant shop couldn't help but look toward Ryu. It obviously wasn't normal for a Deacon to receive just anyone. It was clear that this young man had an astounding background.