The notes he had made were already open on the desk before he sat down, which meant he did not have to prepare anything further.
Aestrith stood at the window, facing outward.
Tam was on the couch with her knees pulled toward her chest. That was how a fourteen-year-old ended up after processing difficult information for most of a day. When he entered, she put her feet down in a vain attempt of formality.
Beorn took his seat and looked at her across the desk, thinking where to begin.
"Have you ever been inside a foundry?" he asked.
"No, my lord."
That much was expected. He adjusted his explanation accordingly.
"Then I'll start from something you can imagine."
He picked up a fresh page and began drawing with the charcoal as he spoke, giving her both verbal and visual input.
