Cedric hustled through town, a giant backpack bouncing side to side on his back. Despite his small stature, he had no troubles carrying the weight. This was lighter than his usual load. Instead of being full with cups and jewelry and other metal pieces, his backpack was full of papers. Or, more accurately, books.
He weaved around the people agilely, moving quickly even though he didn't know where exactly he was going. Cedric glanced at every store front he could, searching for what he was looking for. He saw restaurants, clothing stores, and, of course, whorehouses. While the whorehouses may basically be famous, Cedric had no interest in them. Women were so boring.
At last, his eyes gleamed and he found what he was looking for. It was a large building, full of grandeur. He quickly turned and entered it, still managing to not run into anyone. Once inside, he admired it even more. There were bookshelves upon bookshelves full of priceless writings. When he looked up, he saw beautiful stained glass topping the bookshelves, probably about thirty feet high.
It was more beautiful than almost anywhere he had ever attempted to trade at, but he took that to be a good thing. That meant the building owner should have enough money to buy what he was trying to sell. Not wanting to waste any time, Cedric scurried over to the desk in front of him and demanded, "Let me speak to the person in charge. I have things that will fit perfectly into this library." Then he realized that since he was in a library, he had probably spoken that about ten times too loud. A nervous smile appeared on his face
