That night, small snowflakes began to fall in Lion King City, and there were pitifully few people on the streets.
In a small alley, Morca was huddled against the wall that had a fireplace on the other side, trembling under a blanket. Pao Pao was right beside him, also shivering from the cold, and he sneezed heavily.
"Why don't we rent a house? Didn't we sell a lot of books today?"
"No rental," Morca said through chattering teeth, his face turning blue from the cold, "I want to save up to buy back the house. Once I've sold all the books, the house will be mine again!"
"But nobody's buying them, right?"
"Didn't we sell a lot today? Maybe this book will become popular tomorrow?"
"But it was just that group of people. After they left, there's been no one else interested."
"It's okay, another group will come soon to buy them." Morca clutched the blanket stubbornly.
A figure in a black cloak walked into the alley, followed by several empty carriages meant for transporting goods.
