CHAPTER 23
Sitting on the creaking wooden chair inside a probably 20 to 25 square yards per floor tenement housing which is way spacious for a single man like Ian, Marin put aside the armour previously in her arms on the sturdy wooden table in front of her. She looked around the sombre house with occasional bits of liveliness. It was quite a contrast considering the layout of the house. The bright red and yellow roses in the slightly cracked vase on the windows and the handwoven white cloth and red embroidery on it stood out the most in the room along with a few bundles of parchments of old and used paper. Looking at them closely, Marin found them to be hand-drawn maps of various hoppin Islands across Raefiya. With a small thump, Ian put down the wooden glass which he found in the depths of his
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