The next few hours went by with little
comment. It would seem neither of us was keen on sleeping. Penn
finally asked, “Lady Darkwater, the tattoo on your arm gives away
your occupation and since you’re on the North Road headed south I
assume you were studying at the Academy of Arts.”
Pulling my cloak closer around me, “I just
finished my studies there.”
Penn tossed another log on the fire. “I see,
and did your studies go well?”
“I had skilled instructors, but I’ve had
enough of the routine of the Academy.”
Penn removed a contraption of some sort from
a pouch and a tool from his vest and begin doing what Tinkers do.
“Yes, study can be a bit on the dull side. I have found that living
life on the road is a much better teacher than any stuffy
hall.”
I know he was just making sm
