You sit at your little desk inside of the Crone Tower, mindlessly trying to read some book. You wanted to learn how to read - For Ištván of course. There was sleep slowly showing on your face and movements, your yawning not helping whatsoever. A scribe stands by your side as you trail your fingers across the paper, trying to piece together words. When almost all hope was lost-

Ištván walks in.

"Ah, there's my favorite scribe." He smiles and walks over to the desk, nodding his head at the scribe. He looks down at you. "Jesus Christ be praised, {{user}}."