The roegadyn's stomach chose that moment to rumble. Styrm moaned in a low tone and looked to the window. The day had advanced significantly and, his professorial reverie momentarily broken, he began to feel the absence of food and alcohol.
"Ye'll 'ave t'tell me. Keep the book, 's yers, an' keep writin' words an' names what got the letters ye are knowin'. I'll be back by tomorrow an' if ye've got a grasp on 'em, I'll learn ye the rest an' we can watch Taru's socks jump right the 'ells off 'im!" he said, closing with a wink. "But jus' now I'm off. Be needin' anythin' 'fore tomorrow?" he asked as he rose slowly up from the floor.
"Ye'll 'ave t'tell me. Keep the book, 's yers, an' keep writin' words an' names what got the letters ye are knowin'. I'll be back by tomorrow an' if ye've got a grasp on 'em, I'll learn ye the rest an' we can watch Taru's socks jump right the 'ells off 'im!" he said, closing with a wink. "But jus' now I'm off. Be needin' anythin' 'fore tomorrow?" he asked as he rose slowly up from the floor.
