The manor's library was filled to the brim with books. There was a seating area with comfortable chairs at the center of the room, atop a carpet of green, and a fireplace surrounded by brick and shielded by panes of glass center of the east wall. The only windows shown light down the stretches of shelves from the north, and there, upon the floor, just underneath the light of the sun's rays, beaming from the outside, sat Erik with over a dozen books at his feet.
He read each word with darted eyes, from one line to the next beneath, with a turn of the page to the next. He had read eleven books already, each one thick, and in no way, written for children his age. They were void of any illustrations, filled to the brim with words, with many being of unknown definitions. His curiosity and drive to learn were beyond ordinary children.
"Nomay, what does this word mean?" he asked, pointing to the page.
Upon closer look, Nomay would be taken aback, becoming flustered as the tips of her ears turned red. "My, my..." said uttered, darting her eyes away. "Young master, that is... A word you are much too young to hear.
"What about this one?" he pointed to another.
Sheepishly, Nomay peaked to see what he pointed to, though she was still reeling from the first shock, this one she simply did not know. "I am afraid, I do not know, young master. There are many words of High-Common that I simply would not know. Perhaps your father would be inclined to hiring you an instructor to teach you."
With the Chamber family's wealth and connections, it was a simple task finding an instructor, but finding one who was trustworthy, required exactly the kind of influence Lord Vindor possessed. With a letter alone, sent to the Scholar's Guild in Novergracia, his request for a fitting instructor to teach his son, would reach the hands of the higherups, whereas the letters of lower standing houses would be ignored, as the Scholar's Guild had a reputation for being rather prude, when it came to noble houses. They often disregarded nobles, for their lack of knowledge and education, which was seconded to prowess and ability in the magical arts. However, one look at the seal on the letter, and even the master of the Scholar's Guild would consider the request.
"Hm... Send for Godfrey." A deep and calm voice ordered.
Ben Godfrey was a man in his forties, who often had a careless, if not hateful expression and a lack of proper wear. He lacked manners and tact, an ego as boasted as the greatest swordsmen, and yet, he was a scholar by talent and smarts.