MTL - Dawn of the Grey Tower-~ the end of the night

The fire went on and off, and the drinkers came and went. The old tavern is slowly getting old like its regulars and owners. Oh, the old storyteller, who no longer comes every day. Some people say that it is because his grandchildren are growing up and need his energy to take care of them. Some people also said that it was because his legs and feet were no longer flexible, and he couldn't pass through the muddy potholes on the road so easily. But the drinkers always cheered on his arrival, because the old man's story seemed to never end, even the most senior drinker never heard the old man repeat the story, and his story seemed to be endless. , and always have said.

"If you want me to say, the old man made it up by slapping his head before entering the door. Maybe he saw a small pond today, and there was a small fish stranded in the pond, which turned into a giant beast in the sea. Crow feathers floating in the wind When it gets to his mouth, it's an overwhelming crowd of crows! He's a creator who can codify our world into something else."

"It makes sense, but it's definitely not the whole story. If the old man just magnified and distorted what he saw, his story could not have been as long, so twisted, and even some paragraphs are very boring. I think he must have read a lot of books. , various aspects, and then combine the content of the book and mix it into its own story."

"Hey, if you want me to tell you, what you said is wrong. He is an old man who has never been out of the village. How could he have the kind of imagination you think, ah, when you see a fish, you think of a sea monster's imagination, or something Combined with the knowledge of book history. In my opinion, he must have dreamed, and the stories he told might be dreams! Hey, that's right! That's why he can be so bizarre."

"To say that, I'd rather believe that the old man is a wizard, as his own stories say, and he may be talking about adventures in his youth! Yes, he may be thousands of years old, maybe."

"Come on, find an older person who grew up with the old man. How could he live for thousands of years? Besides, if there is such a wizard, he would be willing to tell stories here in exchange for wine money? I see, old man It might be a bit of a special ability, he might be able to see things from afar, or see things from other worlds, and turn them into his own story."

People talked briefly, but soon the conversation turned to other places. The old storyteller is just the spice of their lives, his story and himself. The fire rose again, and the comfort brought by alcohol and satiety awakened the tiredness of the day, and people quieted down and silently enjoyed the night. At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and the voice of dissatisfaction was quickly replaced by the sound of welcome.

The old man approached the fire as usual, and the others moved their chairs to make room.

"Do you want to continue the story from the last time?" someone asked him.

"Tell me, why not? However, this story is coming to an end. I'll finish it today, and by dawn, it should be almost there."