Ermand Chisel : Veracity of the story

Chapter 3 : From the University

While Ermand was watering a patch of pale pink funnel-shaped flowers with golden stamens, known as the Bell-o-gold flowers, he heard some muttering sounds that seemed to belong to two young men. The voices felt familiar to him yet it was somewhat undistinguishable. 

"This should definitely surprise him," one of the boyish voices spoke.

"I believe Jason must be there," the other boy commented.

"So what. He's always a nagging fellow," the former boy replied. 

Although Jason had never been nice to him and the fact that he's a nagging fellow was true, the comment that had escaped from someone outside their family had made him more than a little infuriated. 

I wonder who this is.

Ermand placed the pitcher that was in his hand on the ground and slowly opened the wooden door in front of him.

"Howdy Ermand!" A boy who seemed to be in his early twenties waved a hand at Ermand. 

"Hey, Collon! Fernando!" 

Ermand smiled at the two boys. Collon  had black curly hair while the other seemed to have his hair shaved. Both were in their typical Tawarnian attire that reflected the common people ; loose ivory-coloured shirts with long brown sack-seeming blazers and loose khaki pants. For Fernando, he wore a green shirt that has lost it's colour such that it seems it's almost white in colour at the first glance.

"Well, I suppose you're going to stay there grinning for the rest of this day until we hit your back with our elbows and go see Jack?" Collon raised a brow.

"Please feel welcomed and have a humorful day," Ermand bowed, pretending to take off a hat from his head which evidently wasn't there at all.

Fernando winked at him while Collon gave a light slap on Ermand's back. He observed the two boys knocking on the door and Jason opening after a few minutes had passed.

Jack and Jason might've been arguing on who will get the door back in there. Guess Jason had to give in again.

Ermand chuckled and continued his chore. He began thinking about the few weeks he has left. College will open and he will be busy. And then, a thought hit him.

How will they ever open college if there's a war happening in Tawarn?

"Why didn't I think about this before?" Ermand sighed, shaking his head.

But I haven't received any knocketer from Agledon… Maybe I should contact my friends.

He dashed behind the boys. 

"Wait for me."

Jason rolled his eyes and turned his back at him. "Remember to close the door, wretch."

"Sure, I will do it." 

Whatever Jason may call him, he was his brother after all and not just that he knows that somewhere deep, deep inside Jason...

He cares…

After Jack and the boys had their breakfast, they set out to the city while Jason was busy with his studies and Mrs. Chisel was busy gardening, Ermand decided to write a Knocketer to his best friends. A Knocketer is a letter sent through a Knockman who usually delivers the letter just in the time one would like the letter to reach the recipient.

"I guess I have enough Erats for it," he told himself before taking a neat sheet of paper. He paused before taking the Kirk's writer, the pen to which it has a bulb attached at the end which can be refilled with ink. He made a rough idea of what he'd write to his friends.