Rudderwake, hm? Hinata hadn’t heard of the place. She definitely needed to visit sometime. Where’s Rudderwake? And what’s it – she started, but was interrupted by the commotion of the newly ended contest. Ms. Dominique had hopped up onto a table and was announcing the winners.
Katsuke collapsed with his face in a bowl of soup with a sigh of defeat. “Ugh . . .” he moaned, and tossed the bag of money he’d gotten from Hinata over to his opponent. “Worthy . . . opponent . . .” he muttered, but it came through in bubbles of soup, so it sounded more like, “Blerth eep ponin.”
Hinata sighed in resignation. What am I going to do with you? she thought. Idiot. She accepted the cookie from the descending Dominique, then glanced around as she took a bite. Wait . . . she thought. Where’s . . .
Jurou looked around in awe at the large library. “Oh . . .” he breathed.
There were so many books! Scrolls, maps, and chests lined the walls, with other shelves full of musty tomes and old papers. It was impressive, to say the least.
No, that was a massive understatement. Jurou’s eyes widened as he stared at one book in particular. It was a somewhat thin novel, entitled, “The Friar and His Keep,” by Father Nicolas of Loamhedge Abbey.
Jurou glanced around the library. He’d never told anybody of his passion for reading, and it would be embarrassing if somebody were to see him in a moment of literary weakness such as this one. He pulled the book off of the shelf and looked about for a place to read in silence.
However, for (oddly) the first time, he noticed the squirrelmaid sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by old and new maps. Startled, he backed up into a small stack of books, which instantly fell. Jurou quickly ducked behind a nearby shelf.
((ooc Sorry for the wait. Finals and all.