Abelor

These past weeks have been fortunate with me, I was able to find a job as a wood-worker at the Combe Lumber-camp, which had been quite successful, however, I had found a better job, one which would pay more. Alongside this fine job, I had found a good chance for love. Elfcwyn. I had asked her if she would want to take a chance, but she had declined, however, she had said that she does fancy me but needs more time.

Ford stirred in his bed as the morning light crept in through his small room through an equally small window under which his writing desk was situated. It was a quaint, cozy room, the kind you'd want for a single person living by his lonesome, but at the same time, it was monstrously cramped -- a shelf overflowing with various books stood next to the dusty stonework of a dimly-lit herth-fire, a small table situated in the middle of the room, flanked by two chairs, and one of the dresser's drawers was still half-open, a sock protruding from it's edge.