I look up at the bazaar who's normally taller than me and respond:
-Thank you for the hospitality kind sir, but you see, I'm on my personal adventure to find more about a kind of art I read about some years ago, have you by any chance heard off... the dark art of Necromacy?
The bazaar's face turned white, and with a serious face, he exclamated:
-Oh little one, don't go that way, with my experice I've known many things, and that... that thing is one of the most dreadful and scary stuff i've found till this day!
-So you know about it, please sir, I need to learn more, please guide me to at least where I need to go to find more about it. - I answered.
-If I do that "THEY" will find me, I can't... - he said, with a fearful tone.
-I can pay for your knowledge, how much do you want? - I asked.
-No no no no no, I can't... NO NO NO GET OUT OF MY HEAD, I CAN'T NO NO NO, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! - He yealled, terrified.
-Sir calm down... - I said.
And after saying that, the bazaar started to return to his normal state of mind and I told him:
-I think it's time I leave you alone, take care old man, and I'm sorry for bringing that up.
And with that, I started to walk away and I thought to myself:
-He looked far over traumatized, I wonder what he has experience about necromancy...
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