Hewj looked up, checking the sun again for at LEAST the 10th time. Looking around, the young half orc couldnt help wondering if the group he had been following had slipped out another door, or left while he was haggling with the merchants here.
What does one do in a library for so long?
Hewj found himself sighing, wondering what he was doing and why he didnt just approach the humans. Most here had at LEAST talked to him, and none had been outright mean. A few had called him a cur, or some other derogatory name, but as near as Hewj could tell everyone who tried to haggle too much with a shopkeep got that honor. All in all he got a lot better attention here than he ever did with the tribe that raised him. With that thought Hewj turned his attention back to the door, once again trying to watch it without being too obvious.