Flins gently hummed as he sat at his desk, reading a rather interesting adventure book that Illuga had suggested to him. It was more akin to a fairytale than anything else, but flins did not mind. Reading was one of the many hobbies he had picked up while living at the cemetery. He particularly liked when there were illustrations accompanying the text, it gave him a better understanding of what was happening in the book. It was comforting to read fiction, maybe it was because he felt more at home…he was not sure.