The night has fallen on the village along with the dense fog and it was just the three of you in the comfort of the fire's dancing lights.

While Volot was teaching you runes, patient and encouraging, Sirin was mixing up herbs together. Suddenly, she interrupted their work, putting down a wooden tray with a loud thud.

"No, we still have a few runes to go through," Volot retorted, without much heat, looking at the annoyed Sirin with mild amusement.