Mr. Tate packed his bags and threw them over the table. He took whatever small monuments he received from the people here and stored them in a safe spot, ensuring they were not damaged. It was time for him to leave.
"Old Tate?" called a voice from outside his room. Maryam, the runemaster, stayed up late day and night, making her the only person here who could help with his insomnia. "Are you going somewhere?"
"I will be heading back to the Yalveran Union and my family," said Mr. Tate with a smile. "Thank you for listening to this grump old man, Sweet Mary. If you visit the union, you can find me here." Mr. Tate then gave her a card with his address.
"Are you seducing me, old man?"
"As if, child," said Mr. Tate with a wave of his hand. He knew the young woman was teasing him since he had grown accustomed to this place over the past weeks. However, his family deserves more than a letter carried by a shadow.
