I was heading back to the palace, but suddenly stopped. It was then I realized I should probably check out the prices of ink and paper, to see how much I would need.
...Hopefully, fifty coppers would let me buy a sizable amount.
I walked around the village aimlessly, watching the people pass by. There were not many still out on the streets considering it had gotten late. However, there were still a few persistent people trying to sell their work.
In particular, a man selling ink drawings drew my attention. After all, my goal was to acquire some ink and parchment to work on.
I casually walked over to him.
The man was a fairly young man. One that seemed to be only a few years older than me. His hair was light brown, short, and messy. His hazelnut eyes would slowly close before snapping wide open, as though he was fighting off the need to sleep.