Sarda, Year of Severus, 18, I.R., the 83rd day of Spring, Broken Spring
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"How's the wine doing?" Nullus asked Aelderman Hostea.
"The wine you say?" old man asked. "It's frothing just fine."
"That's great." Nullus smiled. "Just a few more days and we can definitely taste our efforts."
"Indeed." The aelderman smiled back. "We could finally survive the harsh winters if this continues."
"Do not worry, Aelderman Hostea." He patted the aelderman's back. "We shall."
Pleased the old man invited him over to his house for a simple breakfast. Nullus couldn't refuse such offer, he was also very hungry at that time.
Nullus already had his breakfast at home. A warm cup of boiled, a loaf of stale bread, and a small piece of butter which was his usual go to breakfast. Unfortunately, he lacked the amount of bread needed to satiate his hunger.