Senitus V

I just realized that I use Roman numbering for my posts.  How appropriate.  So there are two more entries after this one for this chapter, and then I'm moving on to another character.  Would you guys rather read about Daphne and Aelestros some more, from before their departure, or the Celtic couple of Teyrna and Cadeyrn, the Vergobret of the Aevergos?

The shopkeep looked up from his table where he was making yet more dough and past the couple of people sitting on stools from the shop. He had on a headband, likely to keep the sweat out of his eyes when operating the oven, judging from the stains that marred it. He let loose a quick and angry sigh before waving one of his hands up and down, gruffly replying, “Yeah, some asshole has shit just outside the shop ‘bout three times now! This means that I gotta’ clean that crap up. Bad for business otherwise, smell of bread sullied with shit.”

Senitus let out another chuckle and replied, “Well, good luck with all that.” The baker just grunted and waved him away, leaving him to walk down the street and eat his food.

Greedily he tore into the bun, having not eaten since last night and drinking heavily thereafter, and the feeling of something in his stomach did wonders to quell his riotous empty stomach. However, just the same it stimulated his innards and gave him realization that he needed to make use of a latrine, and quickly. There was a public one just a little bit up the road. Had he been in some part of the city with which he was unfamiliar, Senitus realized that he would have been in quite a bit of trouble.

As he quickened his pace and clenched his rear, giving him a stiffer-legged gait, an older man shuffled up towards him and shook an open hand in the air, calling out to him, “Que sera, sera! Que sera, sera!” Senitus just looked up towards him and clenched his face, lifting his upper lip to expose his top row of teeth as he shook his head at the man spouting nonsense at him. What is this madman even shouting about?

He just kept on walking as the man just kept on shouting, getting quieter and quieter as he walked further and further away. As soon as his voice was drowned out, a woman came up to him and started shoving trinkets towards his face. He just turned his face down and away, shoving his open palm back in her direction as he continued on his hurried way. Why is it only when one is in a rush that everyone seems to need your attention?