Vir was enjoying his dinner in an arid, rocky area in front of a campfire, but his attention was drawn to Aira's large, thick book that was poking out of the bundle.
He let out a long sigh and then reached for the heavy book.
All this time, Vir had always been rude and considered the nine-year-old girl a burden to him.
But now, he felt such a great loss, and it made his mind uneasy.
He rubbed the cover of the thick book that was quite old and dull, then opened the first page of the book.
Vir frowned as he could not read the characters written there. Maybe this script is the native language of the Asurry people, he thought.
