"I'll have a look first."
"The items are all here; choose whatever you want," the old man said, then lowered his head to study something in his hands.
Lance didn't actually walk straight to the pile of miscellaneous books but started from the first bookshelf, taking his time as he moved along.
Books were precious luxuries. This tiny bookstore had only three large, double-sided bookshelves and a few wall shelves. These weren't even completely filled, as some space was taken by ink, white paper, and blank leather scrolls.
It was a means of diversifying the business; otherwise, it would have been tough to sustain the bookstore's operation.
As his gaze swept across the shelves, Lance found quite a few items of interest. Though he was eager to take everything, he remained cautious and selected some more basic books.
