Differences in The Wandering Inn 3.00 E
The air smell different.
- I hear and feel the big plate being placed in front of me.
Cautious exploration with a fork she hands me finds the eggs—only slightly runny—and the toasted bread.
That’s me Laken Goddart,
- blind son to two fairly affluent parents,
- I tell her about the Black Plague,
and within minute she’s swearing up and down to buy some soap the next time someone goes into town.
- apparently I’m around 184 cm,
or around 6’1 for people using the horrible US measuring system,
- but Durene is at least a head higher than I am.
shouts of joy at odds with the words and tone in the children’s voices.
- It doesn’t take them long to find us.
“I have go to help,
But I do like to hear the birds sing and feel the sunlight in my face.
- I don’t mind relaxing for an hour or two by myself in the mornings.
“I doubt there’s many jobs for a blind person in your world anyways.
- Unless I can learn magic?
“I—I want to too.
- But it’s tricky…