A New Place to Lay my Head

 

Today, a ripple of excitement went through me as the curtains were taken down and my bed was removed from the Scribe Hall. I'm getting so incredibly excited to have a place of my own that I can hardly wait, though I haven't yet heard that it's complete. I'm sure they're still diligently working on the homes of others who lost theirs in the storm, and that patience is key. So, I sought out my guardian, Magistrate Abraham Jacobson, to see what he suggested. As it turns out, now that he and his companion have completed their service, they're choosing to stay outside the city walls for a bit more privacy. To my profound relief and delight, Abraham has given me the keys to the place he keeps within the city walls for me to stay in for now, until my own permanent residence is finished.

So, I finally have a new place to rest my head—a true haven with the luxury of more privacy and, blessedly, my own door.