章節 115: Words Cut Deeper

Wednesday, 15th December 1580.

Inside a diner, two blocks west of the farmer's market, Bryan was sitting by the window and looking at the people going about their day outside in the snowfall.

The snowfall drizzled from high above and continued to fall, creating a cotton-like blanket that enveloped the entire city in white.

Today was especially cold. Bryan saw as people struggled to keep warm outside. A few burn barrels could also be seen on the footpaths as tramps and other beggars huddled around them.

However, inside the diner it was warm. It wasn't as inviting as the cafe he usually visited on Laurent Avenue but it did the job to keep the cold away, at the very least.

A warm cup of coffee lay on the table in front of Bryan. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee tickled his nose as he grabbed the mug handle and took a sip.