Styrm continued up the stairs apace, clearing three or four with each step. As he got closer, he spoke. "Nah, we've had enough letters fer t'day, we 'ave. I thought ye might be 'bout as 'ungry as ol' Styrm, what with workin' 'at brain o' yers so t'day. So, wha's she say, then?" he said with a chuckle and a ruffle of her hair.Â
Then, patting his pocket, "C'mon, Taru's buyin'."
Then, patting his pocket, "C'mon, Taru's buyin'."
