Isaac was slowly getting used to his job...thankfully, Grandpa, what he had started to call the old man, was hospitable and trustful enough to let the two of them live with him and work for him...
When they were first brought in...Isaac immediately knew what he was doing if it was available...and it was...
The Civic Eye was a publishing house, which published a magazine of the same name, it basically had different articles and editorials of political and internal affairs of the Kingdom of the Veldt...and it had different sketches and art pieces in it, related to whatever the articles was about...
And Isaac seemed to have an innate talent in artistry, drawing various detailed sketches and art about the articles...even better than Grandpa and the other older people who worked at The Civic Eye...
Isaac was in the middle of sketching a Knight, a black and white sketch of the image of a respected warrior and position in the kingdom, Isaac was currently drawing the hilt of the Knight, having already done the upper half, the article this sketch was meant for was about the importance of knights in the kingdom...
As Isaac was sketching, Grandpa approached him from behind...
"Hey, Isaac, how's the sketch coming along?" Asked Grandpa.
"Good, the upper half is done, and the hilt is coming along nicely..." said Isaac as he finished the side of the hilt.
There was a moment of silence between Grandpa and Isaac.
"...you know...you're a very good artist, Isaac." Complimented Grandpa.
"Thank you, Grandpa." Isaac accepted the compliment.
"You...you're way better than any peasant that can draw...almost like you've been taught this." Commented Grandpa.
"I'm a traveller, I learned it back in home country." Said Isaac.
"Yes...your art is almost similar to..to...the great artist of the Royal family...wait was his name again?" Asked Grandpa.
"Cynesige." Answered Isaac.
"Can you repeat that again? I didn't quite catch that." Replied Grandpa.
"Cynesige...The Crown of the Canvas." Repeated Isaac.
"You know alot about this...kingdom don't you?" Asked Grandpa.
"I decided to travel to this kingdom, I think I should know a little about the place before I come there, isn't that right?" Said Isaac in a slightly condescending tone.
"Well, hey! Civic Eye needs knowledgeable people like you!" Said Grandpa.
"Hey Grandpa, how's Birger holding up? Does he have a stable job here yet?" Asked Isaac.
"Oh not right now...but I think I have an idea..." said Grandpa.
"Well, Grandpa, the lower half of this sketch will take a while so...you should probably get to that." Said Isaac.
Grandpa began to leave, before saying one last thing to Isaac, "You draw as good as Cynesige!" Before he left to find Birger.
Isaac looked back and then looked again at his canvas and narrows his eyes, that was supposed to be a compliment...but he didn't take it as one...he didn't take it as an insult either...he just thought about it...and then began to draw the lower half of the Knight.
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Birger was currently following Grandpa as he was leading him somewhere in the building.
Birger was the only one there who didn't have a stable job, he only did help all the old, weak people there pick boxes up and or escort them to their homes...and Birger...was a little conflicted.
Father had taught him that only the strong survive and matter, and that if he wanted to work under someone, let that someone be strong. But here he was working with weak...old...men and women...who were either drawing pictures...or drawing smaller shapes, similar to the wooden rectangles outside of the big wooden square they were inside...
...but...he needed to do this to survive...when he would return and Father would deem him worthy to return...he'd just not mention this time of his life.
Grandpa led him inside a room...where there were big metallic...squares? It seemed to have multiple parts...it seemed bulky but at the same time had multiple open spaces in it...what was this?
"Grandpa? What is this...box?" Asked Birger.
"This...is a printing press." Answered Grandpa.
"A...printing press?" Said Birger, completely unknown to this...printer.
"You know how we made you carry those stacks of magazines into the carts which were then led inside the ci-i mean the "stone walls?"." Asked Grandpa.
"Yes?" Said Birger.
"Well...how do you think we make that many stacks of magazines so quickly?" Asked Grandpa.
"I don't know...I thought you all could just...make them fast?" Answered Birger.
"We use this printing press." Said Grandpa.
"You...use this big metal box? How does this...help us make those...ma...ga...zines?" Asked Birger, stumbling at the pronunciation of magazines.
"This was invented by a great inventor family of one of our neighbouring kingdoms, we insert paper and inks and it mass produces them, that's the simplest explanation at least." Explained Grandpa.
"But...why are you showing me...this?" Asked Birger.
"Because you will learn how to operate this printing press. I will teach you and this will be your job from now." Said Grandpa.
"Really?" Said Birger.
"Yes...and I think we will begin your education as well, can't have you calling letters "small, weird shapes" all the time now, can we?" Said Grandpa.
"Yeah...yes...yes! Okay! I am ready!" Birger readily accepted.
"Come here." Said Grandpa, as he led Birger towards the side of the room, a shelf stacked with papers and a table with different inks, the printing process begins...