He watched the boy for a minute and found himself beginning to wonder what his back story was, how he came to posses a broken knife, and what he was doing in the town in the first place. In his mind he imagined that the boy was an assassin who inherited the family business and along with it, an ancient knife full of amazing powers. The boy left home to kill a mark and a great battle of magics and strength ensued, with the end result leaving the boy without a knife but in the end victorious over his hit. A smile played out over his lips as he walked over to his order box, which was, by now, mostly empty and withdrew the next request.
Cercie, burning with curiosity, slyly asked, "So, what's your story?"
If he had much of a choice he would be out with the fishermen, telling stories of their trade and basking in the glory of their catch as they buy rounds for everyone. Despite their reputation as being unfriendly and hardy men, Cercie came to know them as his friends; they had stories, just like he did, of times in the past and if there was one thing Cercie enjoyed, it was retelling old tales. He leaned against a post, waiting for an epic story of a battle for love, or the slaying of a rival family faction, or even, dare he suppose it, a run-away prince.
Of course the truth would've been slightly more interesting, but the vampire was enjoying his stories for all they were worth. He watched the boy filling out his request and honestly he was a little surprised he could write on his own; most customers, unless they were the educated type, and those were rarities in themselves around here, had trouble with writing and he always had to help. The interesting thing, to Cerce's way of thinking, was that he didn't actually look like noble blood and his broken knife wasn't really all that fancy; both looked as plain as can be and so it got Cercie to wondering.
"So, you can write and read then?" He asked, coming up behind the stranger. "Don't look like much of a noble to me, son. Not that I'm complaining," he began to ease away, "just that most people around here don't know what they're doing. I suppose you're travelin' then?"
(Hah, that's okay. I've been pretty short-winded thanks to distractions. ^^ Ah, this should be fun.))