Frost 12th, 120 AS
Galius had decided that he wanted tea. But he wasn't skilled at making it himself. Which meant it was time for him to go out and head to the tea shop. A chance to do some more people watching. But this time Galius was planning on doing some work. He needed to continue with his studies, less he fall behind and feel ashamed. He hadn't traveled from his family to be branded as a failure. More then some already believed he was anyway. So the man had purchased some ink and a quill. As well as a small journal to write in. Strolling down the cobbled streets until he stood in front of Rose's Teashop. The man slipped in, ordered some tea and took a seat at a table far enough away from the door.
Opening the journal to the first page. Galius placed the quill on the table and the ink as well. Dipping the pen into the ink before he began scribbling across the paper. Absentmindedly sipping at the tea as he went. The quill only leaving the page when he had to re-dip it in the ink. Mumbling to himself now and then as he wrote. If one were to look over his shoulder. They would see a mix of lists and paragraphs. Everything from shopping lists for 'projects' to slightly more in depth comments about certain people that he had met.
Though this would look like nothing more than scribblings of a mad Orkhan. They made since to him. It was an exercise of sorts. Writing whatever came across his mind. Working at memories and keeping them recorded. Eventually he would come back to them. Transfer them to another tome of some sort and make them more easier to follow. But for now he continued the scribbling.
Opening the journal to the first page. Galius placed the quill on the table and the ink as well. Dipping the pen into the ink before he began scribbling across the paper. Absentmindedly sipping at the tea as he went. The quill only leaving the page when he had to re-dip it in the ink. Mumbling to himself now and then as he wrote. If one were to look over his shoulder. They would see a mix of lists and paragraphs. Everything from shopping lists for 'projects' to slightly more in depth comments about certain people that he had met.
Though this would look like nothing more than scribblings of a mad Orkhan. They made since to him. It was an exercise of sorts. Writing whatever came across his mind. Working at memories and keeping them recorded. Eventually he would come back to them. Transfer them to another tome of some sort and make them more easier to follow. But for now he continued the scribbling.
