LeMoSc

V1 C6 - OaB

Rodriguez was afflicted by a serious disturbance.

Gripe

It was the sixth day. Weed was still sitting down right across from the manor. Rodriguez in his seclusion had been aware of the presence of the intruder from the first day. Rodriquez bet that Weed was busy selling his statues to customers.

'I need to figure out this man and what he wants from me.'

In spite of his extreme laziness, on the sixth day Rodriguez finally gave in to his curiosity and moved his butt.

"Greetings, stranger. I am Rodriguez. What have you been waiting here to give me?"

"Wow! The Counselor's out!"

"It's really him!"

"Rodriguez, the Star of Wisdom!"

The crowd in the line waiting to buy Weed's statues was astounded.

Sages have something in common-they want to be left alone. Especially so when a stranger claims that he has brought something to be dealt with urgently. Rodriguez finally showed up outside the gate.

Weed fished a handkerchief inscribed with a blue bird from his pocket and presented it to the counselor.

"This is why I bothered waiting for the last six days, Counselor."

Rodriguez's eyes immediately were filled with tears.

"Aye, this is Queen Evane's handkerchief... There are too many eyes and ears here. Why don't you come in, traveler?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, guys! I'm closed for today!"

Beaming triumphantly, Weed folded his stall and stood up.

"No way!"

"Let me see, too!"

The crowd cried in protest, some of them even expressing grievance at being left out of the historical moment, but neither Weed nor Rodriguez could care less. Rodriguez then led his guest into the manor.

"Now it's quiet. Anyone who brings this handkerchief is privileged to tell me one thing."

"Yes, I know, sir."

Counselor Rodriguez! He had publicly declared that a man who brought Queen Evane's belonging be granted an audience. Weed had presented her handkerchief.

"Speak, traveler. I'm all ears for anything you say,"

Rodriguez's sincere tone portrayed the Sage's duty when dealing with a fellow man's distress. But the counselor was only pretending.

While Queen Evane's handkerchief was invaluable to Rodriguez, he didn't have the slightest intention to help Weed. Didn't that contradict his promise? Not really.

Rodriguez urged Weed to speak, and added that he would listen to anything from him. All that the counselor was obliged to do was learn what Weed was concerned about, in order to satisfy his intellectual desire and curiosity, that is all. He never considered actually presenting a solution to whatever problem Weed had.