Groaning loudly, I stretch my arms up above my head with a yawn before I hear footsteps behind me. God damn I’m tired...

“Hm? Whaddya want?”

I grumble as I lean back in my chair, my feet draped lazily across the table in front of me as I read from Sverkel’s books. … are they gunna speak or what? Seeming as the person whom I’d just heard creak on the wooden floor hasn’t spoken, I turn my head to see who it is.