The day was beginning to wane as Styrmsthal swung himself in through the window of Joz's room. It was much darker inside than out. "'Ey, Jozzie, ye 'ere?" he called out into the shadows as he removed the shoulder bag he was wearing and sat it on the floor. Inside was a thick, but straightforward, copy of Ahldklind's Old & New Tales.Â
Taru had found it at the market and told Styrm to deliver it. It was a child's copy the first pages of which featured beautiful and simple renditions of the Eorzean alphabet. He had been visibly excited when he found it and gave Styrm strict instructions to give it to the girl and see to it that she had made progress in learning her letters before he returned from Wineport.
And so he lit a greasy tallow candle and sat down on the dirty floor. Several minutes passed before he pulled out the book and began to flip through its crisp, wide pages with his thick fingers. He enjoyed the stories and waited.
Taru had found it at the market and told Styrm to deliver it. It was a child's copy the first pages of which featured beautiful and simple renditions of the Eorzean alphabet. He had been visibly excited when he found it and gave Styrm strict instructions to give it to the girl and see to it that she had made progress in learning her letters before he returned from Wineport.
And so he lit a greasy tallow candle and sat down on the dirty floor. Several minutes passed before he pulled out the book and began to flip through its crisp, wide pages with his thick fingers. He enjoyed the stories and waited.
