I hope I get to see that Shadowsilver more often, Velerel thinks, then realizes, of course, it's not very likely that I won't, I suppose.
He smiles and sets his bags down in a corner, while his raven hops off of his shoulder and settles on the back of a chair. In the room there are three pieces of furniture: a wooden desk with three drawers on the left side and an opening on the right which the second piece of furniture, the wooden chair, could fit under with him sitting down in it. The third comfort was a bed, simple and low to the ground, supported by a small wooden structure which was basically a shield that was attached to the boat and held the bed in place.
On the desk was a shelf which Velerel had asked for specifically. It was designed to hold books, with a small wooden guard, similar to the one on the bed, in place to keep the books from falling out while the ship swayed back and forth in the sea. He was afraid that Talindra would have either forgotten about his request, or simply not cared enough to get it. He was quite pleased that she had, even though it meant that the small box he had brought just in case wouldn't get much use. This shelf will be much better than that anyway. Thank you, Talindra.
He then began to put his things away, starting by placing his cloths in the two bottom drawers, then putting his other possessions away. At last he took out several large volumes – books of text containing information on all sorts of cultures and groups. History and language books filled the shelves, along with a few personal notebooks. He also took out his reading lamp and placed it into the top drawer where, he figured, it would be safe from the motions of the ship. Perhaps later I will nail it into the desk, but for now this should do.
When all of that was done he took one of his notebooks – a diary – from the case and began to write an entry, very satisfied with all that had happened that day and equally eager to record it.
