Late night.
A room in the inn illuminated with warm light.
Jeff sat at the desk, body upright, though his posture with the pen in his right hand seemed somewhat awkward.
A sheet of letter paper lay on the desk, with crooked handwriting.
Not very skillful,
but he wrote each stroke with particular care.
Because he was writing a letter to his family.
"Dear Daisy, the income from the caravan last month has been sent back, I wonder if you received it.
It's perfectly normal for Jamie to have someone he likes, he's at that age. When he has time, let him bring the girl home, and you can help assess her.
Lilina mentioned last time wanting me to bring some local specialty back. I asked many people in River Valley Town and couldn't find anything suitable.
