Lying idly onto his warm and fluffy bed, Remirg stared blankly at the plain ceiling above. He had just resorted to a spot of relief after having studied for quite a considerable period of time, his body automatically flagged to him the warning.
He needed rest.
And the next moment, he was off his chair and right into the bed, the transition of the process unexplainable due to the sheer speed of it. If one had looked at him, they could easily define it as an indistinguishable blur.
Nevertheless, Remirg couldn't sleep. His mind was occupied by a thought which had been pestering him, now having quite a basic knowledge about runes. Though he was not an absolute master, he could read basic text with the help of the book.
Though he had memorized about half the rules, implementing them was quite a serious strain on his mind. He had to dive down into the book again and again to get the characters right.
