Harrow nods along with mentions of the library. "I went a few times. It's easy to get lost there -- either lookin' for the books you want or readin' 'em." Then he fishes around in the lining of his cape until he finds his phone.
"I prefer the Internet. I can read anything I want any time I want, and I don't have to return it. If I don't know a word I can ask what it means, and my phone spells for me and everything. Shoot, I feel like I've learned more in a year since I got this than I did in my whole life and death before it. Almost everything I know about Earth I learned on the Internet. Look..."
He taps the activation button and instructs it to find, "Sweden." A robotic voice begins to explain what and where Sweden is, but he cuts it off quickly by navigating to a page full of images. He turns the screen often so that the mages can see what he's found: Annotated maps, images of the flag, and many landscape shots. One that catches his attention and comes under closer inspection is a sunset scene of a river winding through a tundra steppe in the summer, shadowed on both sides by steep cliffs dotted with pine trees. Wildflowers sprout in the foreground, and dim light tints the whole scene a colorful purple.
"Shoot... This looks just like a place on my world! Howling Fjord. You remember I told you about that, Viatorus? The place my ship landed when I first arrived on Northrend! There were stone giants there, and eagles with wings as wide as this apartment, and dryad women who danced through the forest with icicles on their ears. If Sweden's anything like that I figure it's gotta be a good --"
He's cut off abruptly by a repetitive beeping, shrill and obnoxious. A timer has gone off on his phone and he scrambled to shut it off.
"Sh-shit -- shoot! Sorry, not... I gotta get back to my station soon. I feel like I just sat down..." He stows his phone away again and looks between his glass and Runa.
"Say..." he begins, his tone one of a man with a crafty sort of plan in mind. "It wouldn't be fair of me to leave dirty dishes in someone else's home. My mother didn't raise me like that. How about I go wash this glass out in the sink? Runa, I'll do all the dishes if you want. And since you're the lady of the house you can oversee it all while Viatorus stays here and relaxes? How's that sound?"
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"I prefer the Internet. I can read anything I want any time I want, and I don't have to return it. If I don't know a word I can ask what it means, and my phone spells for me and everything. Shoot, I feel like I've learned more in a year since I got this than I did in my whole life and death before it. Almost everything I know about Earth I learned on the Internet. Look..."
He taps the activation button and instructs it to find, "Sweden." A robotic voice begins to explain what and where Sweden is, but he cuts it off quickly by navigating to a page full of images. He turns the screen often so that the mages can see what he's found: Annotated maps, images of the flag, and many landscape shots. One that catches his attention and comes under closer inspection is a sunset scene of a river winding through a tundra steppe in the summer, shadowed on both sides by steep cliffs dotted with pine trees. Wildflowers sprout in the foreground, and dim light tints the whole scene a colorful purple.
"Shoot... This looks just like a place on my world! Howling Fjord. You remember I told you about that, Viatorus? The place my ship landed when I first arrived on Northrend! There were stone giants there, and eagles with wings as wide as this apartment, and dryad women who danced through the forest with icicles on their ears. If Sweden's anything like that I figure it's gotta be a good --"
He's cut off abruptly by a repetitive beeping, shrill and obnoxious. A timer has gone off on his phone and he scrambled to shut it off.
"Sh-shit -- shoot! Sorry, not... I gotta get back to my station soon. I feel like I just sat down..." He stows his phone away again and looks between his glass and Runa.
"Say..." he begins, his tone one of a man with a crafty sort of plan in mind. "It wouldn't be fair of me to leave dirty dishes in someone else's home. My mother didn't raise me like that. How about I go wash this glass out in the sink? Runa, I'll do all the dishes if you want. And since you're the lady of the house you can oversee it all while Viatorus stays here and relaxes? How's that sound?"